‘Let’s see that stomach again man, come on, show me’I lifted up my shirt again. He pressed close to me and slid his hand over my stomach, feelin... the hairs between his fingers. ‘How ‘bout lower? How’s that coming along?’I replied ‘why don’t you find out’. He slid his hand down my boxers, felt around some, then started moving his hand up and down. My heart quickened, and he said ‘fucking sexy. I love a hairy dude’. He slid his hand lower, and I spat out ‘oh fuck you know what I have down there. I thank you for the dance.” With that, Marguerite made her way back to Jean and kissed him on his cheek as she sat down next to him.“Back so soon?” he asked. “Did you not enjoy the dance?”“I did, but I am growing tired, my love,” she explained. “Thank you for indulging me and my silly desires. I have danced enough for one day.”Jean stood, swaying on his feet. He was clearly very drunk. Never before had Marguerite seen him indulge in wine so heartily. She stood and took his arm. “Shall we. She being so young and naïve never knew she was pregnant until the bump started showing and by then she had lost complete touch with that mysterious boy. My maternal grandparents brought my mother and myself up until recently when they died and left my mother to run the family restaurant business. We are wealthy to a point that I won’t have to work but my children might. My mother isn’t the business type: confident and aggressive and so the business gets along but doesn’t really go anywhere. So we sit chat and all relax with a few drinks going to break the ice, so i find myself in the middle of this couple in there early forties none of us are oil paintings. They look at each other and smile sort of knowing what's going to happen, she looks at me pulls my face to hers and we kiss that sort kiss that you have before sex, slow sensual with tongues flicking each other wet lips mashing together. He in the mean time has been rubbing my cock through my jeans he decides that now he wants.