I turned and intended to rub myself on their dick but instead of a man behind me was an extremely sexy girl. She was a bit taller than me with shoulde... length curly red hair. Her tits were bigger than mine but she had the same body otherwise. She had noticed me staring and smiled. She said something but it was lost in the roar of the crowd and music, so I just smiled back at her and that seemed like enough. I began to grind on her again and we danced for a while longer. I turned again so we. This was the first date I had with someone I cared about. But was it a date? Or was it two friends just hanging out by the pool? Don had called it a date, but what did that mean? I was a nervous wreck for the next few hours. It was just after noon when he knocked on the back door. I answered and said, “You're early.” “I’m sorry. I could not sleep. I kept waking up. I think I was anticipating our lunch,” he replied. “If I'm too early, I can come back later.” He was so cute. He was actually. So at this point, I joined all of the dating websites, studied how to pick up women, and even hired a match making service. This eventually led me to meet my wife. When we met, I was fairly sexually experienced (to include a lot of group sex and fucking cuckold wives) but my wife was a virgin who had never kissed a guy. In my mind, I thought this would be perfect because I could mold her into being my own personal slut. But, in practice, this didn't work out at all. I wasn't confident enough to. He snuck a glance through the window and saw Claire and Karen hugging each other. Damn! It looked like Karen was crying. He felt the urge to run out the front door and not look back. He never intended to hurt Karen, but it seems like he did.The loss of his wife four years ago had left him devastated; his best friend and lover wilted away from inoperable cancer right before his eyes. It took a lot for him to be here today, and now Bill wished he hadn't made an effort. His body language said it.