Schultz struggling with a baby carriage to get it out from the jumble behind the stairs and went over to help her extract it. She was a pretty piece o... tail and only about 21. It was a shame she was tied down with a year old baby and a husband that always seemed to be working overtime. The way she kept her hair up in a sexy pony tail never failed to make his cock get hard whenever he saw her walking in front of him or going up the stairs.Sal had tried on several occasions to feel the pretty. Well, maybe I should say “change my life”. I’d worked hard and never found a “perfect partner”, although the blond I said goodbye to was pretty good in and out of bed.I’d also inherited my grandparents’ house at the edge of a small farming community in eastern Oklahoma. I was tired of the city so I thought I’d try the bucolic life. I’d visited there as a youngster and my father had spoken fondly of a girl he knew at a nearby farm, confiding to me that she had taught him “about women”. Her name. I'm Ben. I'll warn you, I'm not a very good dancer, but what the hell, let's go." He grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor, and we slid into the familiar "two steps forward, three steps back" pattern of a Texas two-step as the band played an Alan Jackson cover. At least, until he was sure I was following his lead.Then he pulled me into some incredible moves, spinning and twirling me until I was giddy as I struggled to follow along and stay in step. The other dancers moved out of our. The cocktail bar was filling up. I looked around and saw a hand waving.Myriam was all Myriam. The suit was pearl gray on a white silk blouse. It had one extra open button, but that might have been a necessity caused by her newly acquired cup size. She rose and leaned in — for a kiss, I suppose. Then she pulled back with a blush. I took her cool slim hand. "Hi, Myr," I said. "Good to see you here — how was your flight?"Things stayed awkward for a while. We spent ten minutes on inane small talk.