If you can strike up a good relationship with them you may be able to dream up some joint ventures that'll bring you each or all more money." What sor...t of things are you thinking of?" asked Jenny. "It seems to me that darts matches and so on are a thing of the past." Football or cricket league," answered Brendan, "staged at each pub in turn. The occasional games night or quiz might be a good idea too."The Jays nodded."But," said Brendan, "that's not going to bring in the real money. You need to. Then she parted her legs, and pushed two fingers into her sopping cunt.I must have made a sound; a gasp or some other noise. She stopped, rigid. Eyes snapped wide open, fingers plopping from her sticky slit. She looked around, then saw the hole … and my eye glued to it. Next thing I knew she was hammering on my cubicle door."Open up you dirty pervert!!" She exclaimed.I slid the bolt and started to open the door. She pushed it wide and stood, naked, hands on hips looking at me. Her eyes flicked. She looked at the young man's handsome face and thought, why not, what would be the harm? "Will you be a gentleman?" Of course." Kevin's face lit up like a kid at Christmas. Then he watched her face as she continued to think about it. He worried that she might be reconsidering. Before she could say anything he said, "Then it's a date?"Sherry felt another little chill go through her. Hell, she was thirty-five years old; she was old enough to be his mother. Still... it might be fun. Her family. I was now very aware how vulnerable I was. The frame of the horse pressed against my cock, pushing my balls back and forcing me to spread my legs wider than my shoulders. My hole was on show, I was sure of that.``Let's get some cream on that hot bottom, shall we? We don't want it too dry or it will really hurt.''He opened a tub of moisturiser and scooped out a palmful before rubbing it into my cheeks. It was icy cold, and I bucked a little. He smoothed it over from cheek to cheek, rubbing.