“Mr. Steve, you mess up my work. Get up. I will make the bed again.” I swung my legs to the side of the bed and as I did so, the towel parted. The...e was no hiding my huge erection. Maria again looked down for a split second and then averted her eyes. She started to step back and I grabbed her wrist. She stopped and looked at me. “You like it?” “Que?” I put her small hand directly on my swollen cock. Almost instinctively, she pulled back. “No,” I remarked, pulling her in closer to me. “No, Mr.. I was to young to remember my father when he died and it was just mom and me. Mom was pregnant with her ex bosses c***d which is why we had to move. Instead of leaving his wife for mom, he fired her. To avoid a scandal of a single mother, and pregnant she chose to leave rather than hear the gossip.We moved into a small house on the outside of town, and mom took a job as a telephone operator working mid shift which was 2-10 at night, most of the time which worked out fine for me. She'd be home. We were always in touch.It fell apart when Lissa glanced away. I followed her eyes and saw that we were the only ones on the dance floor. We snapped back together, but our focus was broken. I just stopped cold with Lissa in my arms and kissed her, right there in the middle of the floor. Before our lips parted, I could hear the applause.“And that, folks, was Open Mixed Doubles Champions Lissa Grant and Tony Ames. Tonight, they’re our Open Dance Champions,” the DJ said smoothly over the. Praise Capitalism!We all took seats around the table as a chisled, oily guy in a red Speedo and a cowboy hat gyrated on the stage overhead. His package bulged out of the front of the Speedo and I was convinced he had to have it padded with socks or something. Had to be.The girls immediately started cat calling and whistling, dollar bills waving in the air which attracted the attention of Mr. Hottie McHotstuff, or whatever his silly stage name was. I sat in the seat furthest from the stage and.