“And you love it,” I replied. Instead of an answer, she took the glass from my hands and drank, keeping it in her mouth for a bit and then swallow...ing the warm piss down. I watched her for a moment, then began to run my hand across her firm, cute little ass.She sat the glass down on the bar, still half full with the mysterious yellow liquid, and looked at me expectantly. I smiled and got up, shielding her back with my body from the crowd while I pulled up her dress.She slid backwards on her seat. Trisha Yearwood and Garth Brooks had long ago given into their lust and sexual hunger for each other and now they satisfied each other on a daily and sometimes more than once per day basis.The moment Garth stood to welcome Trisha into his inner sanctum, he felt his cock quickly grow into total hardness and readiness for what he knew was only seconds away from reality. Trisha walked right into Garth's embrace and then after he'd kissed her passionately, she bent down in front of him, quickly. A face loomed over him. He felt drained and uninterested, totally exhausted from the wild moments just before, when he'd been so full of need and desperate hope and'd had his cock deep within himself and'd gripped that cock so firmly as it stretched deep within him and he'd felt all two bodies worth of nerves flame."Surely," he thought, "I am dreaming."He thought, "Why didn't that wild moment wake me up?" He remembered that sex the night before hadn't either.He looked up at Steve. He found that. " I took that for all it was worth and looked her in the eye.I surmised that it was now time to lay my cards on the table. "Sherry, I have figured out why you're so familiar to me." She looked at me and I was unsure what to do next. I wanted to blurt it out but fear was mounting in me. That is until she led me on with "You do, huh?" So, where do you think you know me from?" she asked in a very inviting manner."Well, I don't know how to say this but..., you are very familiar to a woman I've seen.