. you’re not even divorced from Dad yet.”“On paper, but that marriage was over a long time ago.”I tried to think of the last time I heard them...making love, late at night through the bedroom walls, listening to her grunt and squeal with each one of his thrusts. Happier times. “Still, it’s one thing that you’ve got your own place, but ... trying to think of you with another man.”“It’ll save me the rent and...” She leaned close and ran her hand down my arm. “A woman has ... needs. I’m not even. She had spread her legs and leaned forward to go in her bag. She then asked,"can you stop for coffee?" I replied,"Sure."We stopped and she asked,"do you want anything?" In my head i was saying,"i want you to sit on my fat cock auntie!" But all i said was a quick,"No." She opened her door and stepped out and walked inside to get her coffee. My eyes were glued to her ass cheeks as she walked into the store.She soon got back into the car and we were off. She sat there basically talking negative. We dance a few more songs, return to the table and order another round and of course a shot. The guys are definetly ready now. Returning to the dance floor, I whisper to her "its time". She smiles and grabs my hand and pulls me. As we dance, and rub our bodies together, we notice we have the guys full attention. Game on... She grabs my hands, pulls me close enough that our erect nipples are now touching. She wraps her hands around my neck, pretends to whisper to me, I giggle as if she said. Her skills had improved. Plans progressed and the trip dates approached. Laurie asked if she could spend Friday night before the trip at my house since driving so far could be a problem if there was traffic. Plus we could share a ride from my house to the airport. Laurie left work Friday afternoon, ran home, threw her bags into her car and came up to my house. I asked why didn’t she put the bags in Friday morning and she explained that she knew she would forget several things. She went to work.