" What point is that, big mouth?" That you are already feeling the effects of having a good woman to impress. Since I met my Mrs., I learned to always...dress neatly to keep her happy and in a good mood. You ain't even formally dating yet, and you seem to have already got the message. I would hate to see you when you really get serious." Very funny! The girls said to dress casual so I did. Anyway, what's wrong with the way I'm dressed? I thought I looked like a gentleman rancher. At least I don't. Bobbi liked that. Her need to be in control and stay on top of things was vital, especially at the office, but there were other times-–when she met the right guy-–that she liked giving up that control. So she let him carry her to the large sofa in his living room. Less than five feet high and just eighty-nine pounds, Bobbi dangled like a doll in his arms. He sat down on the sofa with her in lap as they kissed. He put his hand on her thigh pushed it up her skirt. Bobbi felt his stiffness under. I made the comments she wanted to hear, how she stood out from the others, I guessed she was 35, not 45 and made it obvious I was looking at her body. I asked did she belly dance and she replied sucking her belly in so her tits nearly pooped out of her bra and displayed their large areolae that this outfit was too formal and restrictive for her to dance in.But I would love the real unrestricted dance. For once I wasn’t acting when I reluctantly moved on and this time the message took 15 secs to. Laura lived alone with her Mom; she had told me once that her dad had left when she was little, but we never really talked about it, I didn't like to pry. I had initially been shocked to find out, shortly after Laura and I had declared ourselves BFF's, that her Mom had a girlfriend. I had met her mother's girlfriend Julie a few times now, as she insisted we call her, and she was very nice. She was about five foot ten with dark hair and a lovely athletic figure. Ms. Lenne looked just like an.