Back then, it was Sinatra piping through the speakers in the ballroom disguised as a dining space, but now Aretha’s voice was gliding and diving ami... a fluttery flute in ‘Until You Come Back to Me (That’s What I’m Gonna Do).’ Wanda could still see her newly beloved’s handprints on the crisp, white, linen tablecloth that used to leave residue on her favorite black painted-on jeans. And the chandelier that would shake every time patrons would run up the narrow staircase to the restrooms till. Man seemed happy with the papers, not so happy with the blank parts, but they were mostly simple stuff, home address and the like. Man seemed happy she named me as her proxy. Told him a little of the Girl’s plan to leave the pack, then when and the why. He understood, seemed happy she’d be back in the new year.Then he made his plea, wanted me to take him along next time or soon, promised he just wanted to see her for himself before winter, and what with her leaving the pack soon as winter quit.. So, I determined that once my divorce was finalized from that moron I was married to, I wanted to join you on that journey. I want to be that person who sits with you on our bed and talks about our day and where things are going to go. I want to help you in your desire to succeed. Now that my divorce is final and I’m free to be with you, do you want to be with me?” “Are you kidding? I’ve got to say, that was quite a speech. And all the things you want, I want too. And I don’t want you to think. Already I was getting excited, she got in and smelt great too and off we went for a drive into the country. Deep into the country lanes I pulled over and we talked then started to kiss, her hands on my face and neck were making me so hot, already I was rigid as steel and my cock was fighting to get out. My hands started to explore her body cupping her firm tits and running my hand up her legs. I suggested we find somewhere a little bit more of track, so I drove until I found a little clearing.