.."I immediately knew where he was going. "Relax Steve, I have noexpectation of you returning the favor. I wouldn't want you to, even ifyou were in...erested. This is about you being a man, and a fucking hotone at that, and me feeling like a woman."I could see the relief on his face and he leaned in and kissed mepassionately again. When he broke the kiss he said. "And you are a hotwoman!"I had snuggled in closer to him with my head resting on his chest area.My one hand had fallen to his. He knows exactly what she likes and knows how to give it to her and he’s right there with her, right in front of you. Once we were done with dinner, Connie offered some drinks out in the living room which I accepted. The least I could do is get more images of those tits in my head so I could go home and beat off thinking about her. I sat on the large sofa, Jay sat on a recliner opposite from me, no doubt to keep an eye on me. Connie served the drinks, handed the first one to Jay and then sat. Suddenly she pushed the tip of the barrel of the shot gun out the passenger side window and said sharply, "Jimmy, right side, pickup."Rob caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of his 13 year old son sliding the barrel of the AR-15 out the back window. At the same time he saw the danger his wife had recognized before he did and stepped on the gas, hard. A pickup was idling in the driveway of a business with two men in the back. They both had rifles propped over the top of the pickup cab and. Their age was showing even though they made several trips to the salon a week. They even flew down to the hot spings in Georgia to try to bring their beauty back to them. But the spa could only do so much. They spent hours in mud packs, getting massages, using multiple oils and creams, plus anything that was on the market at that time. It did little good. They learned that they could not turn back the clock.Melissa wept as Michelle steered her back to the limo for a stiff drink. Michelle lost.