There was the moment I decided to try my luck. I don’t have any previous experience in this apart from reading from this website. I don’t even kno... if those stories were true, which most of them aren’t. I didn’t know which was the perfect moment. But I just decided to give it a try.I acted like I am a little uncomfortable with my hands. So I took my left hand and stretched it on top of both of our seats. Then I gradually took it down behind her head.She suddenly felt my hands and moved her head. I froze as he stepped back and slid the dress off my shoulders. I just knew it was over when he seen I was a guy. I tried to think what to do. As soon as the dress hit the floor, Marks eyes lit up. I closed my eyes and waited for him to start yelling. Instead of being mad he said, this is my lucky day. I stood there stunned. Looking in the mirror behind him I seen Ann's panties sticking out of the bra. Still drunk, I didn't recognize it was me I was looking at. Mark took off his jacket and was. Then check time came, we were given two bills; he surprised me by grabbing mine as soon as it hit the table. I agreed to leave the tip then, thanked him graciously for the meal, half jokingly saying, “You know, you don’t have to buy me dinner to get me in bed dear.” He chuckled at my remark but didn’t say anything in response. As we left, I put on my best ‘wiggle’ for the crowd at the bar – from what I heard, they enjoyed it.There was no conversation for a few miles then he said, “I’m. Stan remained still. "The music doesn't get much better than this, I'm affraid," smiled Shelley. We all knew that Shelley liked old fashioned rock and country, only at social events pretending to enjoy classical."Speaking of which," came Stan, turning to my wife Margery, "You owe me a dance." Yes indeed I do," smiled Margery, leaving my shoulder as they went to the dance hall.Shelley and I remained together, smiling to ourselves. It had been a long time sense we were little children, listening.