He wouldn’t want to take something like that from me without giving me something in return. But I wanted to give it to him. I wanted euphoria for hi...m. In part because I didn’t think he had ever felt it, and in part because, every now and again, everyone should experience completely selfish sexual ecstasy. We were lying together. I was comforted by his presence. His breathing was becoming regular and I could feel his chest rise and fall beneath my cheek. I moved to go. I whispered to him that I. At the end of the bar sat Alice. She was a twice divorced mid fifties woman, alcoholic, rail thin with sun baked prune type skin and thinning grey hair. She was nursing a beer and a shot looking over her shoulder acting like the life of the party trying to get someone to buy her drinks. Alice had been in this bar on that seat for years. Cashing her checks at the bar to clear her tab and drinking what little was left the day she was paid. Story had it that she had been brought up north by. It sounded mean-spirited to them, a side of Jeff they had never seen.They hadn't heard the argument behind the soundproof door. Neither had I, but I knew it was bad.Sandy took it the worst. She had thought he could do no wrong, yet here he was doing wrong. Never again would she be able to answer a charge against him with, "Not Jeff; he couldn't do that," with complete conviction. She was uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the night.The highlight of the evening was giving thanks before we. She had felt my boner before and had known I was vulnerable to her moves. She threw herself at me and before long we were on the grass. I fought for top position as she smothered me with more kisses and finally there I was on top of her. My cock was as hard as its ever been and any more flow to my penis and I wouldnt have been able to stand up. Lucky she wasnt asking questions. She seemed to be lapping it all up though, almost as if she too had dreamt of this for a long time. I started.