I just smiled and sipped mine. I could hear their voices, talking about the old neighbourhood and what had happened to everyone. To be honest, it all ...ent over my head. Not because I wasn't listening. I was trying to listen. But I was biting my tongue, trying to distract myself from my throbbing nipples.I also couldn't help glancing over at the stage and wondering what it must be like to be up there. Spotlights. Music thumping. Men cheering. Leering. Slipping money into the side of my g-string.. "Anyway, just thought you'd like to know. See you around," she said, and was off.After that Pam was surprisingly friendly to me, and I noticed that most of the other moms, who had been distinctly chilly for a few days, went back to being at least passably friendly, too.More than that, I noticed Pam started working in little references to sex, or fooling around, or not getting enough at home into the conversation. Here we go again, I thought.We were standing by a jungle gym when a couple of. She put her heels on my ankles and we developed a slow, gentle rhythm. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, exchanging soft, gentle kisses. She felt silky smooth and her pussy lightly gripped me.As we slowly made love, I made sure to bring my pelvis into contact with her clit every few strokes, gently grinding against her before resuming the rhythm.“That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s perfect. Just grind like that every so often.”Her breathing picked up, but she controlled her reaction, not. Jimmy turned to me and pointed, "Okay, Guys, this is the man. This is Mike Grayson, the Road Commissioner and the guy fronting this development."Jimmy looked at me and waved at the men, "Mike, these four just left the Army Engineers and everything it represented in Afghanistan. When I heard that they were leaving, I snatched them up as fast as I could. They are road builders, Mike. These four know how to go straight up mountains or how to blast a tunnel all the way through if that's what is.