An old run down honkytonk outside of San Antonio. We had a nature walk then explored the grounds,a bottle of wine for each. I sat on top of the bar facing the old dance floor and road,no wall ,open air watching cars,sipping,admiering big butt under perfectly tight bibs,boobs teasing through layers, jet shoulder langth black hair measy,winter complection,light,particularly cute large eyelids contrast to the black eyes of a dence soul's gaze ;got my random wined hobo inspired wood serviced. Than vary precariously mind you,on the old dusty bar dogyied to missionary,ill never forget the view of perfect c cups, blue jean bibs not quite off , boots still on,against my head,shirt pulled up to pits,don't remember the braw.? Are shadows from passing headlights on the walls,cept seeing all the goast of splashers past at the bar,slow danceing, drinks in hands like homegirl,she never let go of the bottle that was right side up on the wood bar sliding with my thrust,what a film it could be,of all the randos; the hardest to ever reconstruct.
