Involuntarily my pussy twitched. I tightened and released a few times to torture myself as i waited to see the rest of the pictures. I fought the look...on my face for a moment but then finally caved while peeking down at my phone. I loved getting new additions to the pics of him. I pressed my lips together and fought the smile and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention and disappointingly no one was. Hmm. Why sit here wet when it will already be hard enough talking to the doctor. What presumption! I think. He doesn’t know me. We only met just last week, and oh, yes, we have been sending messages back and forth. But to call me Dear? I don’t think so. ” Dear? Dear? You don’t know me that well,” I say, and then, as an after thought, I add, “Yet.” Let him deal with THAT, I think to myself. He IS nice, though. I really could grow to care for this guy. And he DOES have a nice cock. I know he appreciates expensive clothing, and good things. I set the upper button on my blouse. With her height, her red hair, and that dress showing off all her attributes-curves and muscles-she just stood out. Well, to me, anyway.Anyhow, after food, the DJ started up with the music. We were chatting for a while, then decided to go up to dance. We danced to a couple of fast songs, doing reasonably well. We were both decent, though no threat to Fred and Ginger. Then a slow song kicked up. We looked at one another, shrugged, and I took her in my arms.And everything changed.Not immediately.. Bernie's wife Maggie was putting away her fair share, but on her it looked good. Maggie got real loose when she drank and it showed up when she was on the dance floor. Maggie made "Dirty Dancing" look tame. If you went out on the floor with Maggie it was a given that you would return to the table with a lump in your trousers. It happened to me several times that night and I got nasty looks each time from my wife Stella. Stella was putting away a little more than her fair share and producing a.