I told her, “I suppose you want to go prowling for some man meat too. I didn’t realize this place was so much of a meat market.”“No, not right...now. Let’s see how Elsa and Cindy do with those two. If they’re successful, maybe we’ll strike out on a hunting foray as well, not that we aren’t happy just to be with you.”We watched the girls out on the dance floor with the two young men who’d politely asked them to dance earlier. When a slow number came on, I could see that both men welcomed the press. Lounging around the house. Planning menus and getting the groceries. Simply meshing their lives together.He smiled. Meshing. It wasn't the most romantic word in the dictionary, but it was certainly the most apt. And somehow it seemed effortless this time.This time. He shook his head. It felt like it had always been "this time." He had to work to recall memories of Claire, even though it hadn't even been two years since their divorce. Maybe it was just that he already had so many more happy. I kept glancing up at her from my one knee on the ground position, her gaze was transfixed on my open dressing gown and my still hard cock!I tried not to show that I had noticed and continued to talk to her about the puppy walking rules, knowing she was getting a good look at my cock, I was getting a dry mouth and my heart was pounding and the excitement was unbelievable. Eventually I rose to my feet, passed the lead to Chloe. She turned and walked off with the dog and her friend.My cock was. My red, white and green jacket had a 'Ducati' logo displayed on the left breast. It wasn't a question it was a statement."Yes," I answered. 'Maybe I'll get off with an apology,' I thought desperately. I couldn't see any cops, damn!"You wanna swap"?"Eh"? I answered in astonishment."Is it a Jaffa"? (Popular name for anything Japanese. A brand name of an NZ candy)"Italian." Fast, eh"? By now I figured he wasn't going to beat me up so I grew in confidence."Not bad." So, you wanna swap, That for my.