He kissed me, his hands on my butt, pulling me into him. I felt his hard cock just above my pussy. I reached down and put my hand on it, massaging him...gently from his balls to the end of his cock.“We probably shouldn’t,” he said. I knew he didn’t mean it.“It’s not like you’re having sex with Jen these days,” I replied. “Maybe just a hand job for now.” I looked at the screen and another guy came, cum fountaining over the woman’s hands.“You talked me into it,” he said, which sounded about. I had a "bed room" consisting of a wall-to-wall gym mat that I used for sleeping or wild monkey sex—it was roughly the size of a boxing ring and doubled as an exercise area. I had a bathroom and dressing room of about the same ten meter by ten meter size with a combination jacuzzi and shower bath big enough for three or four humans. My office had a sleep learner, a desk, and some seating—along with a food station. I drew a liter of water and programmed a standard fast-food soft-serve banana. We got ready for bed and lay in our beds with a glass of wine talking about what a nice wedding it was and Mother talked about meeting relatives she had not seen for some time. She asked me about my girlfriends and had I ever considered marriage or long term relationships, I replied that I had probably made a mistake concentrating too much on my job but it was a job that I really enjoyed so at the time I did not consider long term relationships. Mother said that if I wanted to bring a girl. Powell.’ He figured he was lucky to get one dance; there were more than twice as many men there as women. When the music ended, however, she spoke.“Want the next dance, too?” This cowboy interested Bridget. He was socially awkward, but she was looking for that. He could dance, which suggested that he was well-enough coordinated to perform other tasks well. She might correct his ‘ma’am,’ but she wanted someone polite and deferential.“Miss Bridget, may I have the pleasure of the next dance?”“You.