She let the girls and my mom order whatever they wanted, but insisted my dad and I get the biggest steak on the menu. She also ordered everyone desser..., Mississippi Mud Cake , the house specialty. And not once did she let space get between us. She had them eating out of her hand. When she mentioned the recent ‘spat’ we had, four sets of feminine eyeballs pierced my soul, and my dad gave me a disapproving stare. I was an instant asshole. But when she said we were working our way back to each. She didn't say more. She wanted to see how interested Cindy was in about what Dan said, and how she would ask her about his comments. Sometimes a question someone asked told you more than asking them a question."So, what did he ask? Did he want to know if I had a boyfriend?"That question told Helen all she needed to know. Cindy, who had never shown the slightest interest in boys her own age, and was repulsed by her mom's "friends", and had never had any kind of relationship with an adult male. Kim felt so safe in his presence she could not believe it. She felt herself falling for him. The dance floor cleared as a slow song came on and he stood up pulling her with him. They melted together and started to move to the song. Kim’s breast were smashed against his chest and she felt her nipples harden. She was thinking to herself as she laid her head on his shoulder, “I hope he does not feel or see the effect he has on me, This man turns me on so much.” Glenn felt her lay her head on his. As we crossed the few yards between the two buildings in the fadingevening light so men stopped what they were doing, be it kicking a ballabout or tending one of the vegetable patches that had been dug along theside of every hut on the side that got the sun, and stared at us. Somesmiled, others looked wistful and still others had strange expressionsthat were a mixture of lust and longing. They knew we weren't real womenbut we looked very convincing. It might be just an illusion but in mostcases.