" Put these in the fridge," he said pointing to the beer.While I was putting the beer away I heard Joe talking to him. "Jim, yourock."As soon as I was...through I went back into the living room."Spin around girl. Let's see what you've got," Jim said.There were hoots from the guys as I spun around and when I was finishedJoe pointed to a spot where all the men could see me and told me todance like I was a stripper till I was told to stop. Now I was a prettygood dancer so it wasn't too hard for me. I worked on the dishwasher for a while as she rummaged through drawers for coffee and filters. We spoke a little - her daughter from her first marriage was off at church camp, and Michael was teaching summer school that day.As I put the dishwasher panel back on, I was lying on my stomach with my butt in the air. I wear shorts in hot weather, and as I was finishing up screwing the panel on I felt her bare foot graze my leg as she stepped over me again to get the cups. Her toes lingered on the. Marty was right about one thing, I was pussy whipped. The entire time I was with Donna, I let her call the shots. She always made the decisions as to what we would do and where we would go. I really had no say-so about anything. She was so exciting to be with, that I would endure anything to make her happy. I guess that was my problem. The best thing about our relationship was the sex. I got more sex than any other guy I knew, and it was good sex.In all fairness to myself, I did make an attempt. "I'm going to have to get you a pole if you keep fishing for compliments," I huffed."You know perfectly well that you're absolutely perfect. You'd look perfect in a burlap bag." An old lady can never have too many compliments," she grinned."Old lady!" I barked. "I can spank," I warned her."I'll keep that in mind," she answered raising her eyebrows. That was an interesting, and distracting, thought. Instead of replying I led her to the bike and got her outfitted with the headgear. She already.