”Just then two guys who apparently were friends with George stopped at our table. George was stroking me underneath the table so they couldn’t see....“Hey, guys, how’s it going? Have a seat and have a drink with me and my friend Ronnie.”They sat down. I checked them out. Real cuties, I’d guess in their 60s. Perfect, I thought. I love older men.George felt my cock grow bigger at the sight of them.“Ronnie,” said George. “These are two of my buddies. This is Tom and this is Warren.”I looked up at. Yes, I think I’ve grown, too! But all I could concentrate on was the man whose eyes I could feel burning my skin. He made me feel so… Uneasy. All I could return to him was a few nervous glances, and occasional stunned eye contact. Until finally, with champagne running through my veins, I marched my wobbly legs right up to the back of my mystery man, prepared myself to tap on his muscular shoulder- and then quickly turned back the other direction, shocked and horrified at my brashness. ‘Excuse. Suffice be it to say, Linda was taken advantage of in her pre-teen years by two slightly older cousins, coerced into performing sexual acts, and horribly molested. Bear in mind, I do not condone any sort of pedophilia, but her story was relayed to me back in the early to mid 80s and I told it as I remembered it. She was well above the age of consent when our relationship started.)I cuddled her up and carried her off to bed, and we slept a pot induced sleep until she woke me by sucking on my. "You're just doing the job they hired you to do." Yeah, well, they all seem to want me to enforce the law on everybody else ... but not them." He grinned. "So, how have things been going? I hear you got a job." I did," said Kris. The fact that the man knew about that probably meant he knew what that job was too, so he didn't bother to elaborate. "It gives me time to write, in between duties." So, what are you writing?" asked Mitch."Be right with you," said Lou Anne as she breezed by. Mitch just.