Dollie grinned and said "well Hank can't take care of all of those girls himself. Go for it!"
She told me I've been a good sport about her letting all of those men play with her. "It's your turn to have some fun," she said. She's always been a keeper!
Sometime after 3PM or so, we headed for Hank's strip club for the last time. We sat in the Malibu in the back of the parking lot talking about our taxi cab games in that same spot in the early 70's, as I fingered my own wife and rubbed her cold perky little pierced nipples. This place would soon be just a faded memory like so many other faded memories in our lives.
Even though it was chilly enough to frost her lower lips, Dollie wore a tiny mini skirt and a nipple showing top. Again, she complained about the cool air blowing up her short skirt, making her pussy lips tingle. I laughed and reminded her they will be warm again soon.
Most of the young guys had to work but Jerry and his new friend were there to play around with Dollie, Helen, and maybe a few of the strippers. Jerry's friend was as friendly and polite as Jerry.
At first it was a normal afternoon in a neighborhood strip club. Hank took the time to come over to our table and welcome us back again. I'd swore there was a tear in his eye. Still Hank was Hank. He reached into Dollie's already low blouse, and with a hand under each tit, pulled them out and gently squeezed them as nearby customers enjoyed the little tittie show.
It never fails to amaze me, as many cute naked strippers as I've seen on stages, watching the old geezers stare when Dollie's titties are hanging out, turns me on. Just like before, Hank walked away, calling Dollie an exhibitionist slut, leaving both tits hanging over her blouse.
Dollie's boobies didn't hang there alone for long. We got to know Jerry's friend Larry as he and Jerry as each played with one of Dollie's exposed boobies and talked in loud voices about finger fucking her. The looks on other customers faces were priceless!
