Pupils dilating, her breathing coming now in irregular gulps, her skin flushed to her fingertips. Fuck. She wanted to take him home, take him into her... bedroom, finish what they had started so many months ago. As if of their own accord, her feet slipped out of her clogs and began sliding up his legs, sliding up to his inner thighs, her right foot coming to rest on the slight bulge in his uniform trousers. She made eye contact, lifting her green eyes to meet his, her words tumbling and stumbling. "What" I replied, having no idea what he meant. "There's a pig in there. You gonna fuck it or you just gotta take a piss" he explained. "Doesnt sound like there's going to be much left" I said."Yeah", he said, "Hank can't keep a girlfriend. He's got a bad temper and isn't into that romance and lovey dovey shit"Just then he came out. "Filthy cunt won't walk straight tomorra"he said,referring to my wife. She came out. He face was bright red. "Let's go smoke", I said pulling her through the bar.. She joking smirked, "make yourself at home". I sensed a hint of nervousness on her part. She was so beautiful and sexy it was making my groin tingle. So, I asked her questions that a typical man would ask once meeting a woman. She told me that she was originally from Arizona and had moved to Georgia with her brother who had joined the army. 28 years old and had been in the Peach State for eight months. She then asked me what do I want to watch on TV but before I could answer, she went to pick. ’ At this, he paused briefly, looking down at his wife as she wrapped her hands around his body and gripped his still-clothed ass, pulling him further into her. The eerily calm chemist responded by using her hair to pull her back from his body. Separated from the object of her desire, the glassy-eyed woman began to whine wordlessly. ‘Now, now, little slut. Be good, or no more for you.’ Immediately, she fell silent, though still eyed him as he quickly undressed, following his erection with her.