The bouncer came up and grabbed me roughly by the shoulder. The oily-faced waiter appeared from somewhere and walked right up to me. “What the hell... do you think you’re doing in here?” he said in a clipped, offensive whisper. “This area is for guests! You’ve played your silly little piano shit, now get the fuck out! You’re done here, you hear me Randall? Next time we’re hiring a professional!” This was a little too much for my pride to bear. I am only good at two things in this life: playing. ? We spend all of ourtime together now that we are both retired, so a break should cause no problemsfor either of us.? The other two gatheredat our home and as they were watching me pack their suitcases in the car, theywere giggling and happy.?? I took a fewpictures of them and they drove off.? Iwalked back into an empty house. ???? The first daypassed as normal, I did a few chores around the house and played some games onmy computer.? After supper, feelingbored, I went into an Adult chat. Meanwhile, at the other end of his cock, the muscle spasm was still rippling up and down the walls of my pussy and I thought for moment I was about to come. I recited the names of the seven dwarves in my head until I had control again. Picking up confidence, I voluntarily flexed my pelvic wall, squeezing him and relishing the hardness of his manhood inside me, pressing back against me as I moaned and bit down on my lower lip. I noticed that he had been quiet for a few seconds and opened my eyes. She stood there smacking gum and twisting a tendril of her platinum hair with a red fingernail. Despite the lack of support from her loose fitting halter top, her artificially large breasts floated in front of her like they'd never learned the concept of gravity. I doubted the girl herself had either.Her heels provided neither form nor function. They were too cheap to have any sort of style and were too comically high to be of any use, other than highlighting her legs. The skirt she wore was.