I hate going to bars but sometimes my search sends me to such places. On this particular night I feel that strange feeling I so rarely have. I sit in ...the far corner watching the clientele through the thick veil of smoke and public shame attempting inconspicuousness. I've had a few and was about to leave when I got the feeling. This time it comes in the form of intense arousal. I can feel my member growing hard, extending already out of the top of my pants. I feel like there is another here, in. Started picking up the pace little an damn it hurt little but he was being pretty gentel once it started feeling good ugh I loved it, he was going deep an I kept getting harder an harder then we whiched up positions I rode him revse cowgirl an slowly put it back in my once tight ass after he spilt on my hole to ease It. It felt so damn good an see I'm not a bottom type I'm more of a top but I got couris an wanted to bottom well it was amazing I rode him over an over I felt myself turning little. She looks like she’s in her early forties. Ever since she divorced my father twenty years ago, she has never been in a relationship. I feel sorry for her. She should at least have a boyfriend. It’s ironic how she’s always preoccupied with my love life when she doesn’t have one of her own. I can’t blame her for wanting solitude though. My father put her through immeasurable pain. I vaguely remember what happened between them, although my mother did tell me the whole story. My father was fixing a. .. should we not have...”Victoria flushed. “The little madam!” she exclaimed. “When I get my hands on her ... Oh well, it’s going to be a long time before that happens.”“Oh, so...”“It only matters because some of those photographs are of local ladies who wouldn’t be too happy if they realised the pictures still existed.” Victoria told them. “The previous photographer, Gina took most of them. For some curious reason it seems that ladies often loose their inhibitions in front of a camera. Bea.