Not so great.

"Man im sore" I complain as i sit down at the bar. Krissy already has my drink in hand and is bringing it to me, she gets kaylas order.

"I am so so sorry again." She continues "those machines never break and i didnt know that would happ-"

"Dont mention it K, its not a big deal, honestly." Her hand stays on my knee the whole time we're at the bar. Her gin and tonic arrives and we toast to old times. Our fingers intertwine under the bar, her eyes glowing more and more as the night passes on. We talk about the good times, laugh at memories we had, or almost had. We tell each other what we've been up to the past few years, and we fall back into it. Less than an hour at the bar and she has her scrubs in her purse and shes bouncing on my knees.

Few women outside of highschool were in good enough shape to have their feet on my knees and be riding my reverse cowgirl, bouncing up to were only the tip is in, then slamming down and grinding here ass down on my lap.