So mingle we did, sometimes together, sometimesindividually. We chatted in various groups. We danced together, but Ialso danced with others, and so di... Andrea. Nothing special, we were justmingling. The first that I noticed that something was wrong was the somewhatunusual attention that I was getting from one of the jocks from ourfootball team. I knew about him. He wasn't anything big on the team. Buthe was a jock. He was an alpha-male type guy. The attention wasn't that he was following me. My wife invited him in & took him through to the bedroom. I could hear them talking in the bedroom & the fella was doing his best to flirt with my wife, to be fair she was flirting a little as well. I then walked through to the bedroom myself & had a little chat with Bob, he fixed the problem with the TV & he continued to talk to my wife, after a short while i clicked as to why Bob didn't seem to want to leave, my wife was wearing a long summer nightdress which is see through especially in. She tossed her bra on the sofa and came back to my arms. I immediately began to fondle her tits again, feeling her nipples harden under my hands. She pressed herself to me, moaning softly as I paid particular attention to her nipples. We broke apart for a moment, both breathing heavily. “We . . . need to . . . uh . . . get some . . . stuff done.” I got out, shaking my head like a wet dog. “Uh . . . I thought we were . . . doing stuff.” she replied, obviously disappointed. “And we will do. He's not an Arnold in looks, but I've seen him horse an old water heater full of scale into the back of his truck without turning a hair -- and those things gotta weigh upwards of three hundred pounds. Surely you've got some fix-up you'd like to do around your place." Hmm ... well, the dining room looks like it used to be a kid's playroom -- crayon marks, a few dents, picture-hanger holes, stuff like that. Ana said it looks pretty..."Rose asked with a smile, "Scruffy?" Yep, scruffy describes it.