Mark took a pull off of his beer and took in the place again with a slow pass of deep blue eyes. It was starting to look like another wasted evening to him and he really could of had a beer at home. He didn't particularly enjoy drinking alone and that was what usually had him out at the place. He even thought that he might see Trish. Or perhaps someone else who would enjoy a night of messing up the sheets. He wasn't exactly picky, but he had never simply screwed anyone who came along either. Still, he rarely had any real problems when he really wanted a piece of ass and after a long week, a piece of ass sounded good to him.<br/><br/>As his eyes scanned the room again in that lazy way that indicated that he didn't expect to see anything really worth his efforts, he caught sight of a familiar blonde. A slow smile started to form on his lips and he took another draw of the beer. Speak of the devil and in she walks.<br/><br/>He had fond memories of the one-night stand with the plump woman; one that had been surprisingly passionate and fulfilling. He had a soft spot for desperate wives as they could be that way. Reluctant but willing... demanding yet submissive... someone else's. He got a little thrill out of thinking that he was giving them something that their own husbands couldn't... or wouldn't... and in some ways, it was more pleasurable to him to be the other man. Trish had been a little different, but he knew that she had enjoyed their night together as much as he had. It had surprised him that she hadn't rushed him out the door after the fact but he had actually woken up in her bed the next morning and had ridden her for a third time before leaving with a kiss and a squeeze of one of those marvelous titties. He smiled a little wider at the thought of cummming all over them... and popping that big ass someday... perhaps tonight.<br/><br/>His eyes met hers as she approached and he rose as she approached. "Just you darlin'." he said with a wink and pulled out the chair for her, "Sit down and I'll buy you a drink." He motioned to a waitress and ordered the same drink that she had asked for that first time before he settled back into his own seat, "How you been?" he asked and let his eyes drop to the mounds of breasts before he met her eyes again. "I didn't get your number or I would of called."