It was quite apparent they were not wearing bras under their cute tight shirts.They were as loud as could be as they sat down at a table and ordered s...ots and pitchers of beers. There was a jukebox and they were putting on party songs, dancing and drinking and having a wild time. A few times, the girls were grinding and twerking which was really exciting to watch. All I could imagine was how these babes could fuck. The way they were dancing was making my dick hard.We sent the girls a few. Poking his sagging belly, squeezing his flabby arms, all the while shaking his head. "This is James, Michael," I announced. "He is going to be your trainer. In case you hadn't worked it out Marcus is your tailor, and Jennifer your beauty therapist. I say they are yours but of course they are mine, Michael. They will shape you into someone I am not ashamed to be seen with." I pulled him by the neck and onto his feet. The four of us stood in front of him. Jennifer passed me a small, clear,. When the music finally stopped, mother kept glancing at the bulge in my pants - saying nothing. It was I that mumbled something about being tired and then retreating to my bedroom.I felt so unclean - to get excited in the presence of my own mother. And I had seen her eyes - she knew it was because of her!With only one more day before the dance, I gave in to mother as she had pushed aside the coffee table and chairs to give us a dance floor.Strangely, I had thought I detected a hidden excitement. " Who?"Maggie frowned. She was so used to being the social butterfly, Jonthought, that it would never dawn on her that someone might not knowsomeone else in the office."C'mon, you know. Todd."She hung on the last 'D' in Todd as if that was supposed to jog hismemory. He wanted this over with so he just nodded like the extraenunciation had worked."Anyway," she said. "Todd has been really down the last few weeks sincehis divorce got finalized. Just really mopey and sullen. Not like Toddat all. So,.