I asked him if he was distracted and with that I felt him slide his hand down my calf. I gave a little hmmmm giving him encouragement and with that he...gently moved slowly up my leg, softly massaging as he went telling me he didn't mind the distraction if I didn't mind the attention. My pussy tingled as his hand slowly moved further up between the back of my thighs. I loved the attention and with that I put both hands on his desk, learnt forward a little and parted my feet so Jims hand could. Both Bess and the King looked regal. Bess even wore a tiara. Though the King stood sans crown, an elegant high hat he held in hand inside and wore resplendently outside looked kingly. His perfect black tuxedo and white blouse, cummerbund, bow tie and the white rose attached to his lapel performed their stately duty.Extending the exchange of vows to make it worthy of the spectacle, both the King and Bess recited poetic sentiments of eternal love--the King's crafted by an old poet friend from his. Then one day she proposed me to watch a late night movie – I would always be irritated by the chatter box. So obviously did not called her and watched myself. This happened when my brother was away on an official trip. This incident perhaps hurt her ego and she wasn’t into much for some long time. Eventually I got into engineering college and such incidents were avoided by the course of mother nature. But unintentionally her thoughts and how she lured me remained with me. When I came for. We had a nice dinner and some drinks... a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they.