Brook. Don’t be surprised if I take you up on that offer.’ ‘Do you mind if I ask a personal question, Ms. Stone?’ ‘Not at all and please cal... me Sally. Ms. Stone is so formal and it’s isn’t as if we’re strangers.’ ‘Sally it is, if you call me Sam.’ ‘Deal,’ she said, offering her hand to seal the deal. I shook her outstretched hand and held on longer then necessary. She slowly withdrew her soft hand from mine. ‘What is your question, Sam?’ ‘How are you and your child doing since your husband’s. I quickly unbuttoned it and hung it in my belt. He put his ass up against my crotch and started grinding. I had never danced with another guy before, and wasn’t sure what the norms were. So, I started grinding back. I could feel a stirring in my crotch from the friction; I would need to be careful. Two of the dance platforms were cleared. A gorgeous Oriental woman with black hair and the tiniest waist I had ever seen was joined by an equally gorgeous Indian woman. Her hair was in a braid, which. It faded off the towel before myeyes. I repeated the procedure just to make sure I hadn't made a mistake. Thesame thing happened. I looked in the mirror and did it one last time. I couldsee on my face were the makeup was removed, but in the blink of an eye, itreappeared. This was wonderful. I would never have to worry about pu ttingmakeup on, something I wasn't very good at doing.I left the bathroom and returned to my bedroom. Sitting at my desk, I startedto think about what Uncle Pete had said. I used to fantasise about it when I was in bed, very often when I was teasing my clitty with my wet fingertips. I can honestly say that I felt hornier in my sixties than I had ever felt.The writing on the walls in the mechanics' toilet was very explicit. Did I find it offensive? Not at all, I even enjoyed looking at the crude drawings, usually when my knickers were around my ankles and I was enjoying a heavy piss. I had from time to time considered leaving my fresh off knickers on the peg.