I felt Dan let out a long, slow breath.“I can’t think about that now,” said Dan. “We both have a long way to go before that happens. Who knows...where we will be and what we will want by then.”I wriggled in Dan’s arms, settling myself. I guess that wasn’t a no.“Another reason is you,” said Dan. “You’re still a child.”I started to argue but he hushed me.“I understand. No teenager likes to be told that they’re still a child, but it’s true. You’re growing up, maturing into a young woman. But you are. My hand slipped from hers, one still on her hip, the other just above her arse. She had a body shaped like nothing I've seen. It was perfect. I ran my hand over her arse cheek, and was expecting a push back, but no.“Can I be your next Karen” said Mandy, no laughter, just her eyes starring into mine. She was serious.She undid her Basque, and let it drop to the floor, leaving her Indian body naked. And when I say naked, I mean naked from clothes and hair. I was gob smacked.She then grabbed. “You have to maintain the proper distance.”“That will work for the waltzes, but not for salsa.”“During the whole first half of the dance, it will be nothing but formal dances. I will dance with anyone who wants to, including all the fathers and grandfathers and lecherous uncles who are here. This dress guarantees that they can’t squish me to them or get fresh. After the formal dances, I’ll change into a party dress and we’ll get wild.”“Wow! I had no idea.”“Our final quince this evening is. I ran over to coach both women, and received more than my fair share of verbal abuse from both. In the end it was worth it. Gabby gave birth to another beautiful baby girl, Allison gave birth to a baby boy. They were born 43 minutes apart, with Allison’s baby boy, Christopher, being the elder of the two. Gabby and I chose (read: Gabby chose) to name our daughter Amy. While in the hospital, I got a vasectomy, no more kids for me. I figured I was lucky so far with the amount of sex I had to only.