"You're a good dancer, Jeremy!" I said, as I stopped further exploration of my breast gently but firmly.He smiled and let his hand slip back down my b...ck and onto my lower back. He pressed firmly, urging me to press against his hard cock."You are mighty fine, yourself, Beth," he grinned, just as the music ended. "That was nice!" Thank you!" I said and he gave me a lingering smile as I took my seat and he headed back to the bar."Ohmigod, that kid is a stud!" Phyllis breathed. "I thought he was. They go drinking and dancing. Innocent stuff, at least as far as I know. Only once did she mention that one of her friends had hooked-up with a guy she met dancing. I stay home, read and go to bed early. Everyone is happy.Recently, I’ve noticed that she is dressing more provocatively. Her skirts are shorter and heels higher. Her makeup is heavier. Her perfume stronger. I’ve adopted lying on our bed and watching her get ready for her “girl’s night out”. She likes me watching her and teases me. I thought that he probably saw as much or more from windows every day. I always notice him stopped at homes, talking to men and women that live there. He has been on the route for a long time. Who knows what he has been privy to over the years. I decided it was nothing to concern myself with and I went on with my day.Over the next few days, I made sure I was not viewing porn when the postman came by. I would either be reading or watching tv. There is a good reflection in the tv screen. I see that you are still smooth as glass though.”Emma reddened a tad. “Um, yeah, I’ve been touching it up myself at home. It’s slow going, but I’m getting better at it.”“Practice makes perfect,” I added. “Though, if you ever feel like you need help...” I gestured to my chest and shrugged.“How very noble of you,” Jess said to me with a clap on the shoulder.“That’s me, ever the brave knight,” I retorted.Emma took hands from both of us and gave us tugs to lead us back to the couch. “Come on, let’s.