I could feel her hand inside the cloth caressing my skin. The soapsuds between my body and her hand had a soft, silky feel to them. Her touch was gent...e but firm making me get goose bumps all over my body. Slowly she went lower and lower and soon her hand was on my butt. Needless to say, that I was now holding my breath from the excitement. She started lathering my left ass cheek with long soft strokes. She then moved to the right one all the time kneading my ass with her hand inside the. Marie had totally moved out by spring. I was trying to come to grips with her leaving. We had been together for 12 years. We had been inseparable. That’s why this is all so unreal to me. I have had very little contact with Marie since she left. She has told me she doesn’t want to hurt me anymore. As the summer wore on I had become tolerant of my situation. I was alone but adjusting. Marie had started the divorce proceedings in May. I was stunned at our imminent demise. I never dreamed this. He didn’t look too happy about it, however. If I had known what was to happen next, though, I probably wouldn’t have agreed to dance with him. Most of all, I’m so dismayed at my reaction to it all. I need to pray about it, I know. I keep asking myself why, when Clint steered me over to a corner of the room and after a few minutes of very innocent dancing and chatting, very slowly and very deliberately and with absolutely no encouragement from me began to feel my body through my dress, I. .” I mused. “Is there by any chance a song called The Ballad of the Tired Grunter?”Everyone guffawed at the possibility.“Because that’s what my voice would sound like right now!” I added.“We can write that song if you want,” Lara suggested. “I think Tommy already has the first two lines!”In the midst of the hilarity, Melissa suggested that we start getting ready for the dinner outing.“We’re meeting over at the Martins’ place in half an hour!” she announced, perhaps surprising even herself at.