After a few songs, we went back to the table. When a slow song came on, Brad asked me to dance. I told him I would if Glen danced with Jenny.The fou... of us went out and began to dance. The small dance floor was crowded, and we kept bumping into other kids. Brad pulled me close with his hands behind my back. I held him with my arms around his neck. When the song ended, we waited to see what the DJ would play next. When the music began again, it was another slow song."I'm going to dance. I was more than pleased when her hand snaked out, taking hold of my hard stiff cock. I hadn’t directed that. It was impromptu, a thought of her own choosing, which in an interesting way again surprised and pleased me. They still had desires, wants of their own choosing, not at my own demand or direction, though I could of course throw in a few of those here and there along the way. But for now, knowing Susan needed the feel of my cock in her hand, and then eventually her mouth (again her own. “Maybe after the test has been run.”He throws up his hands. “It’s your money, Mrs. Calvalli, and I’m telling you you’re wasting it. But if you insist—” He tells me a number. It’s a good bit more than I’d expected, we occasionally do DNA work at the firm and that’s cheaper, but I suppose comparisons with extinct-animal DNA are a little esoteric. I write him the check and give him my card.“Please call me when you get the results,” I say. He promises he will.“Good evening, Dr. Graham,” I say as he. ...I could not hear you he said. "Yes, I am"He moved his finger slowly, pushed it deeper. It was still glistening wet from his spit. Deeper. And knuckle deep.You like it slut? He pulled it slowly back out. Leaning over, more spit....twisted it....and almost all the way out..more spit....I did not hear, slut....."Please...I...please..."The old one looked around, and his eyes stopped at a butter box (for bread)...he smiled....reached out. It was soft, half melted by the sun. He started to play,.