As we talked, I didn’t notice my hand slipping until it was right on top of her butt. I raised it back slowly, and I noticed that I did not feel a w...istband under her dress. When we walked back to our seats, I whispered in her ear, ‘You didn’t go commando, did you?’ ‘You’ll find out later,’ she whispered back. For the remaining hour and a half, we engaged in polite conversation with the others at my table, which consisted of three other cousins and their spouses. One of those cousins, Tom, a. A beautiful light tan skin tone. She had dropped quite a bit of weight and she was wearing a low cut tight fitting dress that accented her curvy figure and a pair of very nice breasts that I was sure were new. With a very big smile, Gina thanked me for the compliment. I then introduced Gina to my friend Jim who couldn't take his eyes off of Gina's cleavage. I finally nudged him and whispered that she was a happily married mom so stop thinking like a dirty old man. We continued with small talk. Tugging off his coat, her hands clawed for the hem of his shirt before yanking it up, urging him on. He leaned back and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side. Though not as stacked with physique as Washington, the guy had a great build. Taut, hairless, muscular, and reaching for her. As his hands went to work on her pants zipper, she let her fingers glide up the smooth skin of his bare back. The dip of his spine, the expanse of each muscle when he slipped his palms under her pants. . Uttered in reality as Jackie had done and the whole web of secrets came undone. Jackie would whisper things to her friends, the whisper would expand outwards like the ripples on a mill pond, turning to rumour and then open gossip — where the hell would it end!?David climbed back into bed and switched out the lamp. It did no good. Sleep eluded him as his mind went to work, painting endless images in his head as he tossed and turned. He got up and went downstairs to make a drink. This was driving.