My breathing had deepened and increased, I knew I was almost there. I continued to rub my clit but something had changed. I slightly adjusted my angl... of attack and rhythm but it was stalled. My arousal had plateaued and wasn’t allowing me to get any closer to my orgasm. I tried fruitlessly for another five minutes before slamming my hands on my steering wheel and yelling. My car horn dutifully went off as I hit the steering wheel and horn. My frustrated yelling quickly turned into quiet. Others joined us around the fire, but they didn’t matter to me. I found this young man interesting.When I say young, I mean seven years my junior, yet he didn’t act his age. Alan never seemed his age. He was well-spoken and knowledgeable. The ultimate example of well-rounded, but I sensed a dark side to him. His ‘dark side’ is for another time.“What does Evan see in Ivy?” Alan asked.“I don’t know,” I replied. “She’s young and pretty.”“Pretty physically, but what she does makes her ugly. Young. "Are you liking your dance, Simon of Manchester?" she asked.Wow, fucking A was right on the button, Laws thought, the memory of the spicy scent of her body still lingering in his nostrils."Yes ... very much ... thanks," he replied."Want to see a little more?" She leaned back and hooked her fingers into her red leather shorts.Uh oh, was this where the charges started to mount up, Laws thought.He didn't have anything to worry about as she unbuttoned them and shrugged them to the floor in one. Our thoughts were for a quick shower and a restful evening but that is not what happened.Jen saw us pull up to the townhouse and sent Bob to bring us to their house. Both of them were very happy with the stair lifts and kept thanking us. After that the conversation turned to the break-in at my place and where we had been. We described the whole experience in detail and the outcome and our plan to build a new house on the ranch. Bob was concerned that I was moving away and I went on to explain.