But that would be how Stacey would word it, other might say they were just down right racist. The Boss eased past her, his body enormous compared to h...r slim 5'5 frame. He'd seen photographs of her before so his eyes didn't linger embarrassingly; he already studied her at his leisure. Today as most times she was dressed in a tight white T shirt and white tennis skirt. Stacey was slim with large hips and pear shaped ass. She dressed taking advantage of her assets. Small breasted she had long. Thad turned and looked and then he waved a hand at this lady and started laughing.“What’s so funny?”“That so-called lady is my ex-wife.”“You’re kidding me aren’t you?”“No, that’s her and I’ll bet she is jealous. I’ll also bet she thought I couldn’t find and date a woman as good-looking as you. Let her eat her heart out” and he laughed some more.The band started playing and Thad and Pam joined the other couples that were on the dance floor. He thought that Pam fit very nicely in his arms. She. It was totally silent. He felt his heartbeat and his breathing rise to uncomfortable rates, dangerously high for a portly man who exercised little. He piously ignored his physician's warnings of unhealthy cardiac symptoms during his last physical.Father Bernard began to sweat. He frantically loosened his tight collar, the immaculate badge of his priestly office. He tried to slow his gasping breathing. He glanced again at the closed doorway to his office, then at the window overlooking the great. She danced her way backwards and thrust her ass backwards, right against my now rather hard dick. I reached forward and put my arms around her in an effort to dance together. She leaned her whole body back into me, treating me like a pole at a strip club. Her hands fell onto mine at her side gripping them by locking our fingers together. She pulled them further around her onto her tummy. I had my head on her shoulder and started laying kisses on her neck. I boldly moved my hands up to her.