“Of course I came looking for you. I don’t get dolled up like this for just any old night in the pub. I have you in my sights and I intend to have... you.” “You’re not serious?” his eyes were wide. “Down your pint and follow me to my cottage,” I instructed. “You’ll see if I’m serious soon enough.” He looked unsure, “Just like that?” “What do you want? Hearts and flowers? Trumpets and violins?” I laughed, shaking my head so my hair would shimmer in front of him. “It doesn’t work that way, dear. We. She glanced up at Richie, and his eyes were closed, his mouth open. She dropped the little cock from her mouth. He looked down when she did, a look of loss and disappointment on his face. She smiled at him though, and said, “I think you’ll like this even better.” Then she hiked up her skirt under her, and slid her ass to the edge of her chair. She flung her legs wide, and pointed at her gaping pussy. “Put it in here, Richie.” The boy didn’t hesitate. He shoved his little pecker in her gushing. Although he was defamatory in his language, I could see that his eyes were sad rather than angry. I went over and poured us both a whisky, handed him one and sat down in my armchair.He took the glass, "Whisky? In the office?" I keep it especially for people who come through my door calling me a fucking bastard. I get through quite a lot of it." I smiled.His face softened, and he smiled, "Somehow I doubt that."We sat and looked at each other for a long moment, "Well, are you going to tell me, or. I had been going a few times before, always on Saturdays and always when men were drunk and boisterous, being crushed amongst them my bum pinched and grouped, I never called out or objected.Before it happened, the closest I came to doing it was when I was in a throng of older men, either side of me all pushing and jostling.The man behind me was having a good feel, and I turned and looked at him, he had pressed his erection into my bum through my dress and knickers, and was feeling my bum cheek,.