After we finished eating I asked her where she would like to go for dancing.“My apartment will work.”“What?”“You heard me right. The kitchen...floor is linoleum and I have plenty of CDs we can dance to.”“But...”“No buts Mr. B. I know you are leery of dating a girl my age and this might be the only chance I’ll get and so I want to make the most of it.”“I don’t think that is a good idea.”“I think it is a great idea and you did ask me where I wanted to go.”She was right. I was leery of dating. Both of us were well aware of the 15 years difference in our ages. We had discussed that many times prior to our marriage. We had discussed the various stages. When I was 21, she would be 37. When I was 30, she would be 46, when I was 40, she’d be 56. None of that mattered to me. I knew she would be as beautiful at 56 as she was at 33 when I married her. Sure, she was going to age. I was old enough to realize that. We all would. But I also knew that there are other things in life besides. My hands were now on her hips pulling her to me as I sucked and nipped at her clitoris. She had both hand on my head and her hips were moving up and down as my mouth covered her soaking pussy. Her moans were louder and her breathing heavier as she took a deep breath, held it momentarily and then exhaled with a deep moan. Her entire body began to shake as her orgasm overtook her. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her as my tongue now focused on her clitoris. Finally, her orgasm began to. Dennis, the man who answered, was not the person he had hoped to see, but using the ring to make him friendly and agreeable got Michael an invitation to come inside. And it turned out he was in luck — Dennis’s daughter Christine was at home. Short and slim with blonde hair and an athlete’s body, Chris was working on a qualification as a personal trainer, and Michael had often watched her heading off for her morning run. Michael quickly dismissed the father, sending him a sudden need to be.