Evidently making love was a good aerobic exercise. Her brain held one thought as she drifted away on soft clouds. Tonight I was made love to, and I ma...e love to someone that I didn't know at dinner time.It seemed like only an instant had passed when she opened her eyes again. She grinned to herself. She'd had a couple of glasses of punch last night and for the first time in a long time she wasn't sure if she could make it until morning.Trying to be as quiet as she could, she got up and padded. She wanted me to take advantage of and enjoy the comradery of socializing with men in my age group.My name is John, and I had never been interested in joining groups, partially because I have always been so busy with my career and raising our family. The church has several groups for the youth, young adults, and various age groups for older men and women. There is usually religious teaching involved in the groups, but Gwynn was more interested in me getting to know some of the other. I asked her about fantasies, whether she had any?"Jim, to be honest, you were my only fantasy. I wanted a caring man. That was you, Jim. I wanted an affectionate lover, and a good husband, again that was you. I have never been with another man, I have no desire to be. So in that sense, Jim, I have no other fantasies. I'm sorry." Kathy, I want to do things for you and with you. I don't care what other people think. I just want to be affectionate with you." What do you mean by affectionate, Jim?. Jude continued to drink, and I could also see the effects it was having on her. Her reactions were slowed. She seemed to sway a bit on her feet even when there was no music. I knew her limits with booze, and she was well past them.Just then, the music changed as the DJ announced it was a “lover’s block” of slow songs for romance.” Marcel pulled Jude into his arms, pressing up against her. She quickly glanced around the room, not seeing me, and interlocked her fingers behind Slick’s neck. That.