“So how about we dance another dance, you having stopped by?”That we did, my hand near her breast. When she moved me off, I thought it meant the e...d, but it was to her top button, and once I was done, to the next.Then it got confusing, but her bedroom was where that dance ended and the following began.As for how I did, Arlene would have made me pull out early, but Miss Hanson kept me in, even after.Not knowing what to do next, I mumbled something about the hour and escaped into the. Concerts - you have to sit too close to some stranger. Public parks, better but there's a lot of open territory to cross and too many sharp eyed kids. The mall is just great for impersonal semi-interaction, but I'll buy my dresses elsewhere, thank you.* My wife found me and there was a nasty divorce - Sorry, her dresses wouldn't fit me and I told her when the time came. She just thought I was a bit weirder than before and made me a couple of dresses that did fit. Even though we are getting a. So for their sake and that of the dogs, I wasn't going to let some asshole leg breaker into my life. Well not for more than five minutes after I found him.With that in mind I decided I had less faith in the Federal Police than I did in myself. Once I made the decision I placed a message on a bicycle message board. It was on of those sites that Forensics Ink monitored. Forensics Ink was the alias for Wilson.I think I am having trouble with gremlins in my trike. I need a master diagnostician. The. I put my hands over our unknown black lover's hands and pushed them down to her hips. As he held her hips in place I pulled her head down with me as I knelt in front of her. I was on my knees with my lovely wife bent over at the waist, our mouths locked together. I reached out and ripped her panties down her legs. With the strength of a wild a****l I tore her panties apart like they were paper. Hot tears of fear and passion were flowing from her eyes and burning a trail across my face. Driven.