She was neatly dressed without overdoing anything; I wished I could wear clothes like she had, but oh, well. She introduced the guy -- Bob Reynolds.He...stepped forward and put out his hand. As I put out my hand to his, I saw he was a couple inches taller than me. It's always nice to look up a bit. He had the Black Irish look like me.I took his hand, looked at his blue-green eyes and got totally lost. I just couldn't move. It felt as if every warm-and-fuzzy feeling I'd ever had filled me up. I. He let his fingers move down slightly more. Tom was rubbing her ass all over and she was squirming under his touch. I couldn’t believe his hands were all over her ass and I was allowing it, and she loved it. He got a little bolder and let his fingers glide over her small pink hole and barely touch it. She gasped but didn’t move, Now I knew he had her, and we had crossed a big line in the sand, he got bolder and let his fingers glide down her crack and continued his downward movement till he. At this high price I wondered what the prizes would be. Not that I was eligible to buy a ticket.As one does at parties where you don’t know many people, I looked around the tables for single women. Audrey was dancing with some bloke I didn’t know. Her boobs were jiggling enticingly. I hadn’t seen her since our summer screw. Not even in the pub. Our social lives never crossed. She gave me a little wave when she noticed me. There were several people who I recognised including two women who I’d. “Who do you think about more often?”“I, I, I uh. That’s not fair. I can’t say that,” I told my friend.“Which friend do you picture in your mind and you feel butterflies quicker,” I smiled as she said that. Then she surprised me, “Which one of them gets you sexually excited quicker?”“Susan! There is no way I’ll say that. Not out loud anyway. First I know I already said this but I do care about both of them. I love them so much. But I can say that the one I think of most often and that gets those.