So here we were like teens at a drive-in movie. Emma was topless in my car, skirt up around her waist, close to orgasm. She was using her free hand to...rub my cock and trying to open my pants. Emma was too close to orgasm to concentrate on me, which was fine with me. I'm not sure if she saw the bright lights just before she howled her pleasure and quickly rocked her hips against my hand, or if she noticed the lights as soon as her orgasm was over, but about thirty seconds passed after the car. Until I met Lynn, I felt the same way about ballroom dancing.Lynn somehow had remarkably persuasive powers over me. Probably something to do with the fact that she was a hot looking, athletic woman who was good in bed. It was not hard for her to get me to do almost anything and she knew it. So, when her and I went down to the local dance studio and enrolled ourselves in ballroom dance classes, I did have my misgivings. In the back of my mind I somehow thought this was only going to end up with. " Don't question me! I'm just hungry that's all. And if you can't order your wife a pizza because she's hungry, what kind of husband are you?" Alright, alright. I'll order you your pizza."*****Five months later:"Honey, run down to the grocery store and pick up a gallon of butterscotch ice cream and a jar of pickles. Please?"Steve had learned over the last few months not to question his now six-month pregnant wife, Ann. So he drove down to the store.While Steve was away, Ann waddled herself over. Sasha flopped into one of the chairs sighing, “What time is it?”Charles checked his empty wrist expecting to find his watch, “It’s late.”Sasha leaned back further into the chair throwing a forearm over her eyes. Charles quickly grabbed her other arm and began pulling her up. “Oh no you don’t! You are NOT sleeping in a chair and sticking me with grumpy Sash all day tomorrow!”“Inconsiderate beast!” She responded as she gave him a playful poke to the ribs.Sasha made her way to the bedroom while.