“If those come out, I’ll put ‘em back in and tie them in place.” The phone rang again, and Ian answered it. “Kreuk residence. Kristin’s a ...little tied up right now, so she can’t answer the phone, but she’s told me to answer for her.”“Who are you?” asked a female voice with a decided English accent. “My name’s Ian Johnson, and the caller ID says you’re Kate Beckinsale.”“Who is it, Kate, and where’s Kristin?” asked a faint female voice in the background, one that Ian could barely hear.“I don’t. Silky blouses, furling skirts, and make-up & jewelry "to the nines!" I stood from my bar stool and greeted them. Each took a side, strode up to me, and gave me a peck on my cheeks. Very "granny" of them. I apologized for the tables being full. They said, "Now, never you mind. We're old - we're not dead. You just help us up on those stools and we'll be fine!" One at a time, I helped each old lady to a stool, then re-sat myself. "What'll it be, Ladies?" They each order Golden Cadillacs (gee, what. The bartender heard him shout his order, and just shook her head "No" from across the room."Um, we're out of tequila..." I said, trying to spin away from his groping without causing a fuss. He fumbled a bit, then took hold of the crotch of the thong, essentially trapping me in place."No tequila?" He asked, shocked with drunken rage as he tugged me ever-so-slightly closer by my panties."We're fine," said the quiet man, "a check is fine."I handed the already-printed check back to him to find a. Her hand on my penis, and my hand on her pubic mound. We stayed in this position until she turned to put my penis in her mouth. It seemed she purred as she sucked and licked and kissed my love-stick. I touched her wet vagina and it was as if it was a signal to her. She shifted her body, and now her frame as over mine and her flowing canal was within reach of my tongue. her pubic hair rubbed my chin and my tongue darted in and out. Flicking her clitoris and kissing her lips. All-the-while.