Although it was awkward, she let it go and chalked it up to the fact that they don’t have enough sex.Within the next week, she went back to the site... to read the stories he pointed out. When doing so, she noted that there were various authors that contributed to the stories. One author had a writing style that reminded her of her Vic. She got an account and started reading more of his stories. She actually started getting wet while reading these stories and felt like some of them were taking. She looked me dead in the eyes but she didn't look angry. She wasn't smiling either. She grabbed my hand and started walking toward the back of the bar. I knew I was about to get an earful. When we got to where it was quiet enough to talk I thought she'd stop but she kept walking me further into the back of the building until we came to the bathroom door. She looked around and went in, pulling me in with her. The bathrooms in this bar were private, single use facilities with locking doors. Once. Ye bare mai tha n story pasand aye to mail karna pe. Ab story pe aate hai Ek din ki baat hai papers end hone k baad mai aur mere frnds party ka soch rhe the uske baad humara plan bna ki tds chalte hai toh hum gaye thursday hone k karan wo ladies night thi hum andar entry li n beer pi rhe the hum table ki just ek table k baad ek bhabhi aayi waha baithi meri nazar padi toh dekhta rha mano pari aagyi ho.Kya dress pehen tha light sa make up and well trimmed and curl hairs. The and puri fit thi. “Him!”“Ooh!” Barbara turned, excited. The excitement didn’t survive a heartbeat. She frowned. Down the barrel of Jewel’s dagger sharp nail was a guy with a busted arm and a black eye. He might’ve been easy to play, if pussy didn’t grow on him like fungus.He had a whole pack of girls. There was an electric-blue-haired petite nymphet with a reflective rubber dress that maybe shouldn’t have gotten past the bouncer. A beautiful green haired hippy dancing between two hippy big-titted brunettes. A.