My wife and I got a table and ordered some drinks and danced and just had plain fun.At one point Carlos came over and asked if he could dance with my ...ife, she looked at me and I said sure, if you want to. They danced and Carlos at one point twirled my wife and as he did her loose skirt came up and you could see her sweet ass and camel toe, she blushed but kept right on dancing.As the music finished and they walked back to the table Carlos apologized for the skirt going up, we all just laughed. I mean he would defend me from everyone and everything else, but he wouldn't defend himself from me. I was doing all the taking and I felt guilty about it after a while. So I just walked away from him. I still see him every now and then, but at least he isn't stalking me like he used to." Sounds like you made the right decision. It's hard for me to image a person of your nature being comfortable in that situation." What's that supposed to mean?" Finish your drink, and we'll go for a walk. Some. The first time I saw her, I was putting weights on a bar to do some presses on a bench. She was just about to sit down, facing away from me, on a pull-down machine. She was wearing baggy long shorts (now that’s a phrase for George Carlin fans, like ‘jumbo shrimp’), running shoes and socks, and a big, baggy long sleeve shirt over a t-shirt. She had strong, but thin legs like a model. Even with the big shorts you could tell those long lean legs went up to a perfectly formed bottom and narrow, but. Priscilla broke the kiss and whirled around on me. “So, you up for satisfying us all? Five delicious pussies just waiting for your cream to churn up something for the customers.”I glanced and groaned, already the people were filtering in. Students with their parents, the older women and futas grinning, clearly eager to help our school raise money. I winced as Priscilla grabbed a sign from beneath the table and set it before the pies.I knew what it would say.A woman arched an eyebrow. I didn’t.