Those of the older set that loved to dance were there in droves. The whole atmosphere was joyful and even a tad romantic.Joan hadn’t expected to dan...e, but she did pretty well in the sexy heels she’d worn. I promised that we’d give her feet a rest between dances, and I urged her to stop well before any blisters or other aches occurred.I drove Joan home about eleven o’clock. As I walked her to her door, she held my hand, and pulled me into her apartment. After the door shut, she was in my arms. I only wore it with a black turtleneck, fingerless gloves, andsome military boots. It was sort of my winter shorts statement forparties or wacky college drinking events. When I confirmed that I had ablack outfit, she went to a display and picked up a pair of black heels.They were even higher than what I had on, with a sling back design and asmall bow on the toe. Holding up the shoe, she turned to the saleslady."Do you have this in his size?"The affirmative answer made her smile and she asked. It was almost five p.m. and would be starting to get dark, soon, but, being retired now and no longer a slave to anyone’s timetable, he ate and slept when he felt like it and, right now, coffee was what he felt like. If he stayed awake long enough, maybe Béla wouldn’t haunt him tonight.Taking his coffee in his hand, he went upstairs to his bedroom and got undressed. Then, walking into the bathroom, he sat down on the toilet.“Shelf,” he said to the wall. A foot-long flat shelf slid out of the. We fucked like rabbits our first two years of our marriage and I enjoyed it very much. Sara and I would talk very openly about what turned us on or off and we didn’t have any hang ups about sex which made for a great relationship and we didn’t have to hide things from each other. All of the sex made it interesting because her sisters were around all the time. They caught us more than a few times, but Sara didn’t seem to mind at all. Although I was attracted to all of her sisters in one way or.