Just breaking noon time, there were only several people in the place, watching a crappy TV, Price is Right, Drew Carrey is a fag, no doubt. The bar sk...ank looked dumb, was, as she sauntered over trying to remember her lines, made it easy, telling her to get me a Bud bottle, her eyes lighting up a little, all slags wanted to be told what to do, that was biological. Gave the pig a five dollar tip, she looked perplexed, like she should blow me now or something, the cow. The place was beat, linoleum. His skin had a glow to it, caramel brown and soft- it looked almost silver in the dim light of the room. The boxers came off and Tyrone bit his lip when saw that sexy, caramel ass appear. Not a single bit of fat on this boy's body, except maybe just in the right places on the ass. Tyron licked his lips. Max led the boxers drop and shook them off with his foot, then stood spread legged and back turned to Tyrone, letting him have a good view. Naked and vulnerable like this, Max knew that very few. With her free hand she began to squeeze and lightly tug on her nipples. As her finger made its way down between the folds of her pussy she shoved it in, imagining that it was Dan’s engorged cock. Soon it was followed by a second finger and she began to fuck herself. She imagined that Dan had her pinned against the shower wall. His cock was buried into her pussy and he thrust hard, pounding her against the wall. She tried to match this thought with her fingers. She thought about Dan leaning. A large room with a queen-size bed covered in pillows."Nice bed," I commented."It's very comfy," she replied, "and it doesn't squeak." I could make it squeak..." I said quietly, unsure if she heard me.She flashed me a big smile, "I'll bet you could."With a little laugh, she led me back to the kitchen. I finished my beer and gave her the money from my wallet."Thanks," she said with a big smile. We stood looking at each other. Her eyes were brighter and she seemed a little flushed. I felt warm.