She dropped out a nice set of very mature hanging breast. had pink nipples, little tiny ones. Chris ask if she could touch them, and the woman let her.... They touched each others and then Chris placed her hand between her legs. the woman felt her inside and out. When Chris ask to do hers, the woman said no thanks. Chris kissed her breast some and she seemed to like that, but the pants were going to stay on. Chris then motioned for me to join them. I kissed my GF and with a bit I got my hand on. "How's Dusty today?" She asks. Yes, Dusty is my pony name. "How's my big boy?" I don't say anything, because I am, like, a pony, and they don't talk. I take the sugar from her palm with my lips, and I nibble her there a little. She likes that, and gives a small shudder."You wanna go for a ride with me Dusty?" I usually whiny at this point, and stamp my foot. "Good boy!" she tells me and she fits a bridle she bought online or had specially made over my head. We used to use a shoelace she had. Russell took a leak in a small, filthy toilet and returned to a beer that was maybe a few degrees below room temperature. He and Jack sat and supped their beers while not much at all happened. Cigarettes continued to glow in the shadows at the far end of the room, crap euro-pop continued to pump out of squeaky speakers and the stage remained conspicuously empty.So it was one of those places, Russell thought."Fuck this right off," Jack said, draining the last of his warm lager.Then the music. They sat together and across from me at the large table. They made no effort to hide the fact that a warm relationship had blossomed. Lisa had cast several cautious looks at me and I had smiled at her. Brian seemed completely at ease with the situation and joined the ongoing banter with a smooth grace. I maintained a dispassionate front but inwardly I was furiously churning at what I perceived as a gross abuse of my hospitality.The company had long over-extended their welcome before finally.