The people here want to socialize, they want to get drunk and fuck and get high.” He straightened the open collar of his white shirt. “You can do ...his.”Ahead of him was the bar, parallel to the run of the hall that lead into the more open area. Beyond the hall opened a large room, easily capable of fitting a hundred people. At least fifty were out on the floor, and streaks of white light exposed them in the otherwise drowning red dark. Each time a streak crossed a dancer’s path, it was a quick. "Um. Can I, well... ?" Wendy blushed as she tried to ask her question. Diane looked at her for a moment, and then I could see the blood rush to her face despite the fine covering of fur."Oh missy. I should have realized," Diane huffed. "And to think that you had that animal with you. I'm surprised he could act like a gentleman."Wendy suddenly snapped. "It's not an act! Hector is a true gentleman!" She then dropped the panties she had been holding as her hands covered her mouth. Her face turned. Somehow I knew she was hot to trot. She asked me to dance so of course I accepted. I was already 6'2" at that time so the sized difference was striking. I was about dick high to her chest and that didn't keep her from getting really tight to me while we danced slow and she was moving her chest against me. Of course my cock got hard and the more she felt it, the closer she got and the more she shifted against me. We finished the dance and she asked if I wanted to go have a smoke outside, so we. I was no longer merely the leader of her beloved Baby Birds, I was a possible candidate for Daddydom.Did this scare me a little? Well, maybe. I'd had one unsuccessful marriage already, and that always gives the question a little dollop of extra uncertainty.And I had no experience at all as a daddy.But my ex-wife and I had been awfully young and green when we'd gotten married, and despite that, we'd held it together for quite a while before our mutual decision to let it go. Maybe my marriage had.