The problem was the tallgentleman in the smart suit. Too smart for this town. Actually, the smartsuit wasn't the problem, and neither was the waxed 't...ache, or the verydeep purple hat. I could have carried that hat off.No, the problem was the two revolvers, the two revolvers resting in hishands, and pointing in my direction. Did I mention I'm allergic toviolence? I break out in a rash."Yeah, that's him. Pensacola Kid, I'm taking you in."I breathed out. I hadn't realised I'd been holding my. Glynn ran his eyes over her back, lingering at the shapeliness of her ass. He'd give anything to snuggle up to that tempting pair of cheeks, to nudge his hard prick in between them, maybe bend it down so that it could slide between her thighs, slide wetly along those tickling pussy hairs, feeling the heat of her cunt lips, feeling the beautiful enchanted softness there.She turned around then, and he fumbled with the empty milk carton, blushing again. When he looked up, she was eyeing him. I watched as his hands roamed over her body. He then pushed her back on the bed. He sucked on her nipples and then licked his way down to her virgin pussy. He then lowered his mouth onto her cunt and started licking. Jenny leaned back and moaned.“Oh fuck that is so good! Eat me baby! Eat my pussy so good!”Her hips were rocking and her nipples were hard. Donovan reached one hand up to her tits and started gently pulling on her nipples, His other hand was under her tiny ass and I could tell Jenny. Thankfully, attendance at the bar was not obligatory, and Gerald and I were the only two guys that never did so. Gerald never touched alcohol, and having grown up with an abusive alcoholic father had a complete aversion to liquor.As I was busying myself with this task one Friday there was a knock on the bar door. Upon opening the lock Gerald stood staring at me. “Hi, Chummy, mind if I come in,” he asked.“Not at all,” I replied. Gerald followed me to the service side of the bar and asked for a.