He was clad only in his underwear and his shirt, and her eyes locked unavoidably on the spot where his genitals nestled between his legs, but as usual... there was no tell-tale bulge there to encourage her to expect more than a peck on the cheek for a good-bye."No, I haven't dear," sighed Ann and tried to help him find it by looking around in the bedroom a little, but she couldn't find it amongst her feminine debris littering the dresser tops and the bathroom. "Guess you're just going to have to. We sat there talking for what seemed like forever, no one knowing how to make the first move. My husband was rubbing my leg as we were chatting, and I was getting a little buzzed from the wine. I turned toward him a bit on the couch, to give him more of my undivided attention. My husband started rubbing my shoulders as we were talking; it helped to put me at ease and make me more comfortable. Without me noticing (probably because of the wine), he somehow unzipped the back of my dress and was. Yeah, I guess so." I just want you to know that I think that is so sexy. You are a very good looking young man, Paul. I hope you realize that."Her hand found my thigh under the table and started to gently caress it. With each stroke of her fingers they crept higher. My cock exploded into rapt attention, started to ballon into Mr. Woody. Her fingers found it and started to dance along its length, tease it playfully."Paul, can I ask another question? Have you ever had a girlfriend? I don't mean. We want to go out west as were in New York but first we want to try it out and do a short weekend and end up at a nascar race in Dover Delaware . We end up parking in this huge field with coaches everywhere and barely enough room to set up the awning and open the pull outs but all goes well. Lots of drinking going on with all our neighbors the first night and we were tired and went back and crashed. The next day lots of walking and viewing venders we went back and start talking to our neighbors.