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I pulled into my home town after many years of being away. It was my high schools 40 reunion. I came in a couple of days early.

Not much had changed in the old home town. From Mrs. Johnson's boarding house to the well worn band stand on the town green. I smiled as I read the notice that they still had concerts in the park. Probably the same people playing off key.

That evening I went down to the concert and watched them play.

When the concert was over I went to the hotel bar and had a couple of beers. The bartender was cute. Shoulder length blond hair. Green emerald eyes. . Nice white teeth. I enjoyed flirting with her.

I kept watching as she would move down the end of the bar, I kept checking out her firm tits , tight ass and long smooth legs that seemed to flow down from her tan shorts. I saw the wedding ring on her finger. I figured she had to be around my age. Early fifty's.

I felt that somehow we had met before. Just couldn't put my finger on it. But I knew I wanted to put more then my finger on certain parts of her anatomy.

She sauntered back to the end of the bar and asked if I wanted another brew. I told her one more since more then that I would not be responsible for my actions

"Good then I will keep em coming sweetie!" She laughed as she said it.

She went and got me another beer. "It's on the house!"

Then she went into the back room and brought out another case of beer. She bent over and I watched her ass as she filled the fridge under the counter.

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, then went back to her work. She started to wipe down the other end of the bar and worked her way back to me.

The strains of "Boogie wonderland" filled the air. She started to dance behind the bar. Shaking her body and discoing her way, all the time wiping the counter. She filled the peanut bowls.

I watched her ample tits jiggle under her Born in the USA T-shirt.

My tongue was getting a bit loose from the beers.

"Is it me or do you just flirt with any red blooded male?" I asked.

"It's a hobby of mine!" She said. Sometimes it males sometimes it's females. helps pass the time away."

"OH?" I said.

"Hey flirtin' ain't hurtin' darling" She said as she stroked my chin, then placed another bottle of beer on the counter.

I was losing count but I was sure was getting a beer buzz. I shook my head trying to loosen its grip.

It was getting late and the bar was closing early.

I started to get up and I stumbled at bit and had to sit down at the first table I could find.

She came over; "Sugar you okay?"

I don't remember what I said because I was shit faced. I do sort or remember her helping me to my room.

Somehow through my beer hazy I remember that she laid me on my bed and then she stripped me down to the buff.

She stroked my cock till it was semi hard and sucked my cock slowly. I still have traces of her teeth marks where she scraped the underside of my shaft.

Once she got me nice and hard she squatted over me and rode my cock like a cowgirl. Her cunt muscles squeezing a hold of me in a vice like grip.

I looked up and the lights that illuminated the room created a halo effect behind her. I swore I was getting fucked by an angel.

"Oh I am so going to hell!" I said out loud.

"Yeah but don't it feel like heaven right now?" She giggled.

Then she slammed her body down onto me, creating a vacuum. As she slid herself back up, we could hear the sucking sound of air escaping.

I know that we both came and that she kept riding me after I got my nut.

I feel asleep shortly after that. When I awoke the next morning my buzz as gone and so was my angel.

I had a light breakfast at the local Dunkin Donuts or double D as I called it.

I knew that the bar would not be open till late in the day. I walked the streets semi hoping that I run into my angel. No such luck.

So I went back to my room, shower and shaved. Then I got dressed for my reunion.

I met my cousin Jim there. We shook hands and talked about old times for a bit.

"Hey Mike you remember my kid sister Angela?" He asked.

Yeah she was a bit of a tom boy wasn't she?" I asked Jim.

"Yeah she was but now she's a mother of two and married to Tommy Handsome, remember him?" Jim asked.

"Yeah he almost won the Heisman one year didn't he?" I asked

"Yup sure did." Jim said. "And speak of the devil here they are."

I turned around and came face to face with Tommy. He was a little grayer and a little heavier then the last time that I saw him.

But my cousin Angela hadn't changed much since last night.