The dress was quite revealing too so anybody taller than her could easily get a glimpse down into her cleavage. Suddenly R Kelly’s Bump and Grind s...arted booming through the house. The guy dancing with my wife quickly moved in and placed his arms onto my wife’s waist. This didn’t really bother me as I trusted Anna and had seen a few men dance with her in the past. She always pushed them away if they went too far. But this time my stomach turned upside down as I watched my wife throw her head. She smiled gaily. He wondered if she'd trained herself to do that, just to try to keep from being dragged into emotional situations. "I'll tell him you're here." Bob started to sit in one of the three chairs against the wall, but she said, "Don't sit down. He's expecting you."Bob stood at parade rest in front of the chief's desk. No use acting like a slouch. The way he saw it, he'd had a pretty good run, and even if they canned him, with the kind of experience he could offer he wouldn't have. The rabbit, the mole, even the tiny piglet leant their strength to the struggle, but, to no avail. The dam broke. At last all the pain and rage was released. When his eyes cleared he saw his father, a broken, used up, old drunk lying on the ground with a split lip and a black eye. The old man just stared at him for a while. Slowly he rubbed his sore jaw. Then, he picked himself up, looked at his son, and said, "I'm sorry." He walked off to his car and left the young man panting with the release. " Yeah. But I notice you've been sitting there with a boner ever since I took my shirt off and never once suggested I put it back on. Little double standard, isn't it? I suppose you're a boy and that's the way you are supposed to act. Get a hard-on for everything with legs and boobs. Just like any other male." I don't either. I never do. I guess until now." So you want me to put my shirt on so you can preach to me some more?" I just shook my head. I never wanted to see her cover those. They.