"I'm not going to say but if it's true, my dear, I'm very touched but I'm afraid you're wasting your time." Oh?" she paused. "So have you made up your...mind never to marry again?" No but I'm certainly not contemplating it at the moment." I can understand that but there's nothing to stop me waiting in hope, is there?" So what I've been told is true."There was a long pause and he could barely hear the 'yes'. That was much more in keeping with the Anthea he knew. Her assertiveness had taken him by. My eyes now fixated on her luscious cock sucking lips. They actually looked like they were made to suck cock. For the next 20 minutes she detailed her deepest desires to me. She was a good girl, who really craved white cock. She wanted to be a little fucking whore for white cock. By now my cock was hard as granite, and I could feel the sticky drops of pre-cum on my boxers. Then suddenly she stood and adjusted her dress. She began walking toward the door of my office. “Kimberly, we’re not. After the dance ended, she came back and sat down. Then we danced a slow dance and when it ended, Lynn said she was going to the ladies room. In a few minutes she returned and he was coming to our table at the same time. She saw him, stopped at our table and handed me her jeans, and walked to him on the dance floor. This happened very fast before I noticed that Lynn had stripped her jeans off and her long blouse was now just barely covering her panties, like an extra short skirt. I had. Oh man....what was happening to me? My mind was trying hard to rejectwhat I was feeling, but my emotions and the physical sensations I washaving pushed me on. My feet looked very sexy, I thought. But how could Ipossibly think it was sexy since it was my daughter's socks on my feet? Iguess the fact that I had HER socks on MY feet made it that way.Whatever....I quickly gathered up the other anklet and again felt thesame pleasant sensations as I pulled it on my other foot. I really wanted to wear.