While neither of us was there with the intent of picking up a guy, I did not mind when guys would place their hands on my ass when we slow danced. I a... sure that many of them thought they would be leaving with me. Over time I began to pick up hints that she was actually hitting on me. One night after dancing at her place she admitted she had turned to women. Two bad marriages turned her off so she went to the other side. She never came out and actually made a serious pass, it did put the. “I can’t stay long” Sal said to me. “I need your help this weekend if possible. Bruce (our promotions manager) has a family emergency and can’t handle the booth in Talladega and I’m in a bind.”I looked at my wife and asked if we had anything schedules for the weekend and she said no, nothing that would keep me from giving Sal a hand so with her tacit approval I told Sal I could help her out.“Great. I’ll pick you up at your house around six a.m. If things go smoothly we should be back by nine in. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.“Yeah,” Rick said, his big nose so bold. I heard what they said about men with big noses...A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool. “Now, if the girls would like to be good and not interrupt us, I'll begin.”“Yes!” Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was interested in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.“Okay, what was the date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born?”Kenneth shot his hand up. “August 15, 1769!”I beamed. His eyes were big and admiring as if gawkingat me. I felt the chill of the late night early morning air on my bodyas if I was not wearing pants or a shirt. Then as I looked at my armclinging to him, my arm was bare, I had bracelets upon my wrist and myfingers adorned several rings. Qucikly I pulled my arm back. Fromacross the street came a few men whistled in my direction. Turning, Istomped away and to wait for Teresa to exit the shop. In my anger I didnot even heel the heels clicking.