I felt arrogant. "Nope," I responded.She waved her hand again, right in front of my face."Have you ever beaten a girl? Lied to a girl? Treated a girl... withcontempt?" Of course," I said. It was like I didn't even care. Admitting this tothe old bitch was just, well, it seemed boring.I began to feel funny though. Sort of nauseated, like I'd just gottenoff a roller coaster. My vision seemed blurry, too. What the fuck?Was I losing my cool with this old windbag. I breathed in deeply andgave up. She’s a little nervous, but she’s primed and ready to go. I helped her a little. I think she’s going to go on stage a little after nine and then at eleven; in between she’s supposed to circulate and give lap dances if she feels like it. I’ll keep you posted if anything changes and I’ll keep you plied with beer. By the way, I go on a short time after her. I’ll be by to see you later.” She winked at him and left, whirling by ten minutes later, and dropping off a bottle in front of him with a. ”OK. I let her straddle me on the couch, and impale herself on me. I made her do all the work while I played with her titties. I always liked her big tits, and she was a tall woman, tall enough for me to nibble on her nipples while she humped me.It took a long time, but Shirley kept at it. Eventually I came, and held her to me until I was done. I knew she came too, because she clutched me tight, and jerked every time I pulsed inside her. I made a big deal about what she had done -stroking her. A little peck on the cheek turned into a rough brutal makeout session, their tounge smashed into eachothers mouths and wrapped around eachother. Moans, and grunt, thrust into eachothers pelvis. It really was the hottest make out anyone would have watched, if they had the chance to. They had to break it up though, Justin had to go to work and Jessica would have to get ready, since her son would be waking. She let Justin on his way, watching him out the window. She knew if anyone looked close.