"Up in the loft, Devon said, "Can I ask you a personal question?" Shoot," said Sebastian."Why didn't you ever..." Devon looked uncomfortable.Sebastian...chuckled, "I've known Michelle since I was twelve and she was eleven. It wasn't really an option at that point. She... matured a bit faster than I did. By the time I would have been ready, she was dating my big brother..." The one who used up all of the fuel and clogged the chimneys?" asked Devon."He's not that bad," said Sebastian, "He just has. .." she trailed off. I was confused until I realized what she had meant. Her wiggling had caused me an erection that began poking her butt."I'm so sorry!" I said trying to explain "I didn't mean to, I swear" I was expecting her to yell or get pissed or make me get off, but I was surprised when she said "God Robbie you’re harder than I thought" Then I was shocked again when she began slowly moving so that her butt massaged the tent rapidly growing in my pants."Jen what are you doing?" I moaned. I like to attend these events because even though I didn't cheat on my husband I did enjoy the attention I got from the out of town businessmen and all the harmless flirting that went on. Just a little over two years ago I was at one of those parties when I began to feel a little woozy. I told my husband that I was going to go up to our room and lie down for a while. By the time I got up to the room I had made up my mind that I was not going to go back to the party so I undressed and went to. It was like she’d walked face first into a brick wall. He did not just tell her what she did or didn’t do and then ask her on a date. ‘I think I heard you wrong.’ Velvet snarled. Harold took a half step back his eyes briefly diverting to the tires of a nearby car before traveling up her body and back to her eyes. ‘No, I think heard me.’ His knuckles went tight around the bag’s strap to keep his hands from trembling. ‘I want to take you on a date.’ Velvet glided forward like a great serpent.