He was in his late forties. I was just twenty-three at the time. We chatted and he invited me to dance. As we did he kept putting his hands on my ass/...I never stopped him, I liked the attention. After one of the dances, we went back to the table, and Susan and Carla were gone. Billy said, "where did your friends go?"I told him I don't know. I called Carla's phone and she told me she and Susan were in a motel with two guys from the club. I started to call a cab and Billy said he would be glad. I touch her shoulders, her back, her ass. I like her ass. She touches my breast, belly, hips and thereafter she places carefully her hands on my crotch with erected dick. She feels my erection bouncing my jeans. She raised a little bit, which enables me to touch her breasts, belly and thereafter her pussy covered by her jeans. I start to squeeze her pussy a little bit. I want to take a shower first, she says. We go upstairs. Take off our clothes, while looking at each other. We are horny. We. It was good to speak to someone on a sexual level, if you can call emails speaking! We talked naughty, sometimes a little dirty, always frank. I think we connected. She liked the kind of stories I wrote involving her and I actually liked the ones she wrote too. They were raunchy and wild and they took me back to time of sexual abandon.Would we ever meet up? probably not! There was a small thing called the Atlantic Ocean in between us and a good few miles of land after that. That’s nothing, I. .. I have to tell you. I can't keep it in anymore." He took a deep breath, his face contorted as he tried to form the words. "Allison and Jack ... Mom, they are having an affair!"Sharon felt like she'd been hit in the face. How did he know? How long had he known?Ben responded before Sharon could. "Are you stupid, Brad? That's just about the craziest thing you've ever said."Brad wheeled on Ben. "What the hell do you know? You didn't see what I saw."Oh, God, Sharon thought. Please don't let him.