She realized reaching her arm over to cover her tiny breasts. My forearm rested against her crotch "I guess it doesn't matter, not like I have anythi...g to cover up." she moved her arm."I wouldn't say that. Big or small they are always sexy." she slapped my leg seeing my the tent from erection bounce again as she turned back over twisting my arm between her legs."Could you put the stuff on?" as I slowly pulled my arm across her crotch and out "Oh, sorry about that!" as I started to put the. But it was my anniversary too. I wanted a night off, and a night out. Besides, we both love to dance and it just seemed like we were due a little fun and relaxation.The meal was nice. Not great. But since I didn't have to do the dishes after we ate that made it better. We finished our drinks and Jon drove out to the new club for a couple of drinks and some dancing.It was still early, only a little before eight in the evening when we got there. Already the place was packed. We had to drive. He understood what women loved in bed and gave them just that as liberally as he could. Nothing was taboo to him once he had a woman in his bed.His mother knew his affairs but had never said anything about it; may be it was because being a widow and dependent on him she had no say or may be it was because she loved him and was broad minded enough to let him enjoy life as he pleased. He never brought any woman home and no one has ever complained to her about his affairs though most were aware of. My son, Jeff was taller and had shown a talent for basketball. He was graceful, fast and every bit as intelligent as Abbie's son. Abbie and I had a lot to be proud of. Benjamin climbed my front steps, lips drawn tight, face and body an absolute block of grim, resigned defiance. He clearly did not want to be standing on my doorstep with a corsage in his hand. Still, he was awfully cute as he stood there stiff-armed, almost crushing the life and beauty out of the carnations in the corsage he was.