She would stand under the hairdryer, back arched, pushing her perfect breasts into the air as she ran her fingers through her long hair.I envied her, ...o say the least, and often fought my urges to stare at her curvy figure. My stares were not just about jealousy or appreciation; I knew that, but also about longing. And desire. I wondered what it was like for her lover to have that body in bed every night. Did her lover love her breasts and pussy as much as I did?Guessing, she is. "Now what did I tell you last time you were late getting home?" he whispered into my ear.That's when a tear rolled down my cheek and I remembered."Can you tell me?" he probed.I nodded slowly and with a shaky voice I replied."One spanking for every minute late." He pulled my hair back to make me look up at the clock on the wall."And how late are you?" he asked, a smile forming on his face."forty-five minutes." I replied cringing as I looked up at the clock.I had never been this late home. And. “So, back to your place?” she whispered, still in the embrace.“Hold on to your panties baby, I was thinking a movie and dinner after,” Michael replied, pushing her away. “Only if you promise dessert later,” Abigail said, “what are we watching?”“I don’t know; do you have any suggestions?” Michael returned. “As a matter of fact, I do, and I know the perfect place to eat after that,” Abigail replied.“Lead the way,” Michael said, “my car is in the basement.”The movie theatre was packed, so Michael. It is 7:25 when I get downstairs. Kate is finishing a short four-hour shift at the hospital today, and then heading home to clean up and “doll up” - her words.I settle down to a drink at the bar, absorbing the beautiful harbour view, not to mention the table of lovely ladies having a good time near the window. These ladies look like they have had a few already, and they are laughing and having a very good time. All look to be in their forties, and have that naughty “girls night out” look in.