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Right before I meet my husband in 1980, I was out with some girlfriends drinking flirting with guys, we stopped off at a bar that was frequented by Americans, we had a few beers and a couple of shots, one guy a bit older than the rest, (18 to 22) he was around 30 kept hitting on me we danced , talked, played some pool, he would put his arm around me, brushing my boobs a lot, pat my ass, feel me up, we went back to our booth and sat down he put his hand on my knee, working it up my leg until he was under my skirt, his fingers brushed my pussy and it felt so good, I jumped up and excused myself, I ran to the restroom, I had never been touched there in public before, my heart was pounding my pussy was burning hot once I calmed down I stepped out of the rest room,, in to the kind of dark hallway, Mike the guy I was with stepped up and pushed me into the corner he kissed me on the neck, ear
