That part pissed me off, my husband could hardly take his eyes off her as she danced in front of us. Then he started to smile at her, and flirt in his...own little way. Her husband, Tyler was a good six foot four, and built like an athlete. Just a very average looking guy. Tyler was used to his wife being the center of attention whenever they went out. She reminded me of a professional dancer, the way her body moved and slowly twisted, so fluidly. God, she even made me, drool. I kept at my. “Hayley,” he mumbled against my lips and I let him turn us around, I let him press me against the bed and I allowed him to grind against my crotch. His body felt so hot and his thick, strong, arms felt so safe. I closed my eyes and I let him continue the kiss. His faint stubble pricked my skin and it hurt, but I welcomed the pain. I was feeling alive again. He was making me feel alive.He was peppering small, hungry kisses all over my face and neck and mumbling my name. My hands roamed all over. All I could do was follow them in, sit at thetable, and try to be as feminine as I could. Twice during dinner UncleMatt was asked, and he introduced me as his niece Jennifer, and severaltimes I heard a choked "but I thought you had a nephew" before theywalked away.After dinner the band started to play, and mom and Uncle Matt weredancing when I felt a hand on my elbow."Excuse me, would you like to dance?" I turned, and saw Mike Wilson, afriend I had known since we started school! He had to know. “Do you want a ride home today?” she whispered? How could I refuse? I couldn’t. She slipped her hand down to my crotch and felt for my erection. “I’ll meet you at the auditorium exit at three thirty,” I replied. She squeezed the rise in my trousers and replied, “Let’s make this session count!” I couldn’t wait. Three thirty couldn’t come fast enough. As I settled into the passenger seat of her car, after school , she smiled as we back out of the teacher parking space. Tapping on the radio, her.