Wayne could see Dale was just like the jocks in high school only with professional training in murder to boost his sense of superiority. His eyes narr...wed as he looked Wayne up and down, inspecting him. Wayne held out his hand.Dale stared at it like it was a smelly sock before shaking.“If you break her heart, boy,” he said, “I’ll have you killed.”Wayne didn’t doubt it for a minute. He nodded dumbly. It looked like Dale was about to shut the door on him anyway when Sara barged in, pushing her. A new music came on, salsa, and I took advantage of the opportunity to put my arm around the waist of a woman near me. She was about my age, a bit over fifty perhaps, with short black hair, elegant, and with warm smiling eyes. "Can I ask you for a dance?" I asked, even though we were already doing so. "Oh I don't know how to dance this kind of music". "That's OK, I don't either". We smiled and she allowed me to take her hand as I pulled her waist against mine. Then my cock sprung into action. I wonder if I could design some type of quick release that you could operate yourself, but ... even if I could make something like that, I doubt if you're smart enough to learn how to pull the release when you need to drop the pack."Gear in hand, Morales walked over to the bars, but before he could put his equipment down, Lobo, who was a little in front of him, grabbed the lowest bar in his teeth and pulled. When the pole dropped out of its hole, the animal grabbed the second bar, then the. I was not fooled for a minute. I started to tickle her, and soon she was in floods of tears, but tears of laughter. In the ensuing struggle, I managed to pull off her tee-shirt and reveal an “almost nothing” bra. “A-Hah!” I exclaimed triumphantly. “You little hussy! You went over there dressed in this sexy bra under an innocent looking tee-shirt, in order to have your wicked way with one of the farm hands! I forbid you to wear this bra over to the farm ever again! In fact I forbid you to wear a.