A woman's hand glides over the bulge from above his beltline, her wedding band and solitaire catching my full attention. She takes her time, fingers a...d palm meandering fully south to cup his balls in her palm. She pauses to squeeze and chuckle a compliment or two about his size, then moves back north and northeast toward his hip. She's clearly enjoying herself and repeats the journey taking her time. When she pauses to cup his balls his bulge looks as long as her forearm.How different life. And squeeze her nipples.I reached up and stroked her back. It felt so smooth and warm and good under my hands. Just the feel of her skin made my prick jump inside her.She pushed up and stared down at me."I am so fucked," she said again. "I knew I needed this, but I had no idea I'd feel like this." Like what?" I asked."Like a school girl," she said. "Like it was my first time, too." She blinked. "I'm so in love with you, Bobby. It never felt like this with my husband." Your ex-husband," I. It wasn't hard to become part of all that and I spun from dance partner to dance partner, allowing them only the ghost of a touch before moving on. Men and women passed by in a blur, forgotten in moments. I felt the music pour into me, let the lights dazzle me and all my inhibitions fell away, discarded like clothes on a strangers bedroom floor.I was so taken by the mood of the room I didn't notice the effect it was having on me. Every touch sent a warm tingle through me, every brush of an arm,. As she brushed it, we talked."Amelia, Wasn't last night wonderful? Tad asked me to dance eight times. It was wonderful. He's so strong and handsome. I blushed every time he looked at me." Yes. I saw the way that he was looking at you. Especially when you weren't watching. But don't let him think that you're easy. Make him work at it a bit." Oh, you're one to talk. You practically tripped over yourself getting to Jeremy all night." I'm sure that I don't know what you mean. I behaved properly at.