As westarted to walk towards the stadium, Jackson took my hand in his. Itfelt a little strange to take someone hand like that on a first date,but trut... be told, I don't totally know what's right and wrong when itcomes to dating. Come to think about it, this was my first "real" date.Oh my god!! This is my first real date and it's with a man.The only other date I have been on was when I was 15. And I don't callit a "real" date cause my mom drove me to the movies to meet up with agirl, AND MY 6. Her heart-shaped, thick ass is very taut as well. She likes her shorts very short, so did I. Her sumptuous moonbeams are always shining.I’m a mid-fifties marketing professional with a major agency here in Houston. I have an athletic build, a little softer than I was at twenty-five. I have been laid up at home after tearing my ACL, of all things, getting out of my ‘36 Chevy Coupe hot rod after an old school drive-in car show. I was getting out and put my foot in a puddle of water and twisted it. I was suddenly suspicious of their intention. I looked at Amanda to see her reaction. She looks back at me with a gleam in her eyes. "Why not?" she says, "Let's go." It is a short walk to the villa with the three boys walking in front and the two girls behind arm in arm chatting. On arrival more drinks are found and every one relaxes onto the spacious lounge. Amanda heads to the bathroom and I follow her. With the door closed I say, "You know what is going on don't you?"My wife looks at me for. A man should always give his employer his best effort. Not just on the assembly line but by being on time and on the ball and always trying to do a little better. So it was with a certain degree of longing that he left his apartment, double checked that he had locked the door and walked down the hill towards Last Chance Diner.The cold air hit him hard enough to make him wheeze and wince. With his collar turned up and his arms pounding against his chest to get his blood pumping, he walked.