At first he just sat back and enjoyed himself and i gave him a good slow wank just as i had been giving myself when he showed up. but then, after admi...ing my handiwork on his cock and my cunt , he decided to get hands on himself and turned to me cupping one of my titts in his hand. we kissed without saying anymore he let his hand wonder down to my panties."you certainly have a nice taste in knickers" he said, then he slid his hand inside and his fingers found there way to my clit . He took it. Times like I love dancing -- my hand -- more than sex -- creeping down-- the flashing lights -- to her pants -- the sweat-- and slipping -- the smoke lingering in the air -- past her panties -- the heat of your partner -- one finger -- the swaying bodies around you -- crawling past the hair -- the hypnotic beat -- and sliding along her crack -- and then the pace of your dancing slows -- her head turning to mine -- and eventually stops -- with her eyes closed -- and you find yourself holding her. I don't think I'd ever seen her this nervous. Her hands were shaking as she stood up and wiped them on the seat of her jeans."You okay, Betty Lou?"She nodded. I opened my arms and she collapsed into my hug."I don't know what to say, John," Betty Lou cried.I pushed her back and wiped the tear that trickled down her cheek. "The truth, all of it, even the parts that you are ashamed of. Bobby needs to hear it all from you. Anything short of that and he'll be gone. It may be too late already, but we. I asked her where I should send personal mail if any were to come to the house. She told me to send it to Beecher Towers, Room 108, or to her office. That confirmed that I was correct about her room number.I finally called the children to the telephone.They talked a very long time that night. I don't know what all was said but the children seemed very happy to be talking with their mother again. They told her in great detail all about our picnic. I overheard Jill ask Colleen when she was coming.