"That's a correct outfit for a special virgin. Come to me."I was so anxious. I should have found a moment to tell her. Then shestood and we kissed. Ou... tongues played and I felt my penis begin tostiffen. Her hand dropped to rub my mons. With the tall heels we werethe same height."Cathy, ahh, I should have, "I moaned softly and couldn't speak. Her teasing of my breasts wasamazing. I was aroused being nearly naked with Cathy."Shh , Michaela, shh, "Her leg moved between my thighs as her fingers. I even knowhow to dance the traditional stuff: waltz, foxtrot, lindy, rumba, sambaand so forth. That was my dad's advice for how to meet girls. It workedin his day, and it worked for me. I frequented several dance clubs, andI never lacked for female companionship. Some of my partners had evensuggested that I consider competitive ballroom dancing. I didn'tbecause that would be too much work, I'd have to stick with onepartner, and, let's face it, the public stereotype is that competitivemale. .. they were clapping for me.We moved away from the ponds edge as Victor and I took Donnie to the playground where he could play in the sand with little injury. The children in this area had to be less than three feet tall, which thankfully, Donnie was.Victor dried us off with a wave of his hand and we sat in the warm sunlight together on the little bench watching our son. I crossed my leg at the ankle while the soft breeze pushed my sun dress up my leg and onto my thigh... watching out of the. " How long were you married?" I asked, not ready to guess her age."Six years," she said with a sigh."How could you bear it?" I asked, noticing that one of her feet was tapping."We traveled; Charleston, the Bermudas, London, Nice, Spain, Portugal, Boston. He was in trade, wine and tea. He visited whores in every city I am sure, came home smelling of them." Why? I don't understand," I said."I was a decoration, a foolish child. His taste in things sexual was very, what shall I say, very..." She.