As we got up, I floated into Tom’s arms and we danced. First properly and then huddled together like teenagers at their first grasp. As my leg brush...against him, I could feel a larger pouch than was usually there. This was going to be an interesting evening. Our son, suddenly catching on, asked if he could be excused to enjoy the out-of-doors. We said yes. The look in my husband’s eyes gave everything away. We were headed upstairs. We cuddled on the bed with the music still in the background.. This had never happened before. A little perturbed, I walked around the room, actually taking in its contents properly for the first time. Tom was an intelligent, and well travelled young man. 24 going on 44; he seemed too wise for his age. I liked that, it made me feel like I was in safe hands. Glancing at his shelves, my eyes stopped on an old, carved wooden figurine of the most beautiful woman. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and her hands were resting on her mound, as if. “Seven going on thirty.” I said while we both laughed.“Ok, well good luck, he’s really gorgeous and I think you’d make a really really cute couple. Have a good flight.” She said.“Thank you so much.” I said while I took the tickets and held onto them.“Thank him not me.” She said. “Ok we will.” Haylee said before she took my hand.I don’t even know how to explain what I was feeling because I was about to go talk to the one guy that I knew for sure was going to be mine some day. I can’t explain how. My penis lost its erection, being ejected from her vagina, and we fell asleep until feeling the cold of the night and we had to wake up to use the toilet. At dawn, we washed, and I saw that she felt guilty, but said nothing. I went along with her to pick up my little car, and she drove away as soon as I found mine in the parking lot of the office. I returned to my usual weekend activities without anyone calling me or in any way attracting attention to the events of Friday night. **** On Monday,.