" The bar tender chuckled. "Oh." Chloe blushed. "Guess I'm the odd one out now, huh? But yeah, I just arrived yesterday...I live down the street." "We...lcome to Dublin, dear. The pint is on in anytime," said the bar tender. Chloe smiled at him and thanked him for the drink. She took a sip, having never tried a dark beer before. She hated the light stuff, but this was a little different...maybe it was the change of atmosphere. She looked around the pub, not very busy, but that had to be because it. I hitched her skirt up and lifted her tight- and bare- behind onto the drier."Aren't." She crossed her arms over her breasts, which wasn't where I was headed anyway."Are." I tried to undo my fly as she lifted her calves, leaning back on her elbows."Shoot," Jan sighed, then quivered and glared. "She's pushing my buttons. It's too late. Tracy!" she bellowed. "Bill's forcing himself on me!"Tracy let out a valkyrie squeak and came ramming into the laundry room. She rammed me aside. "Out, get out!". Her hair though dark brown looked almost black and as it was really long she had braided it into a long ponytail and it now hung over her shoulder and trailed down the length of the corset which cinched her tightly pushing her breasts upwards almost spilling over the top. Her eyes followed where her hair ended at the waistband of the mini skirt or mini mini skirt she thought as she could see it barely covered her panties. Her pulse increased as she inspected her image. She turned around to see. For the moment I stay perfectly still, allowing you to use my hardness as you see fit. At times like this, a small voice will sometimes whisper inside my mind. “Look at her!” it says. “She’s gone – lost in her own little world. You’re not even here. It might as well be a vibrator or a dildo or even another man’s cock inside of her!” And I wonder: Am I the only one possessed of such weakness? Or do all men suffer the same reptilian insecurities? Of course, I know better. We are soul mates,.