I was simultaneously saddened and relieved I didn't feel more pain from the breakup. I felt a little guilty about that. I wonder what the last 6 month... had meant, if anything. But most of the time I was more distracted by the idea of dating. This Friday, I was determined to go to a club and see what happened. That was pretty vague as far as plans go, but I really didn't have a better understanding of the process. I figured it was research.After work on Friday, I went home and dressed in. ” He walked over and grabbed her hand to raise it so that he could twirl her around.The forty-two-year-old woman giggled. “What are you doing?”He let go after one more spin. “Sorry. Just couldn’t resist checking out the rest of you in this dress.” And your fat ass. “Well, thank you, Ben…” She smiled, looking at him closer. When did my boy become such a charmer? Her eyes passed over his buttoned shirt and slacks. No, not boy, man. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” She reached out to adjust his. Tim gently pushed me against the edge of the bed and I dropped down on my back with my lags spread. I felt that my ass cheek was lying in a puddle of cold cum but I didn’t say or do anything.Tim stripped out of his costume. He had come to the party commando. I got my first look at his cock since he was nine. It was not quite fully hard. It was beautiful, amazing, spectacular. He was thick like his father and maybe an inch longer. He got on the bed, on his knees, next to my face, “It. As the small talk continues I put my hand on this thigh, it feels so strong. He looks like he might move my hand but then doesn’t and I’m certainly not going to pull away. I gradually move my hand up his thigh, further and further trying not to make it look too noticeable. But he does notice, not by saying anything, but I can tell by feeling the slight twitch in his pants. I give his thigh a little squeeze and his cock twitches again. I scoot my stool closer to his causing my hand to be right.