As she and Mike unloaded the car, she leaned over to take the food basket and blanket. She felt her son feeling her ass, and she wiggled it for him.�...What if someone saw you playing with my ass?” she said as she stood up.“Who cares?” he grinned, playfully making a grab for his mother’s tits.Lisa danced away from him, laughing and swinging her ass as she walked to the door. The dress, still wet with piss, molded itself to her shapely ass.They put things away, then Lisa went to the bathroom and. But he wasn't ugly to me. Maybe when I was a stupid school girl I would have thought so. But now, everything was changed. And maybe, just maybe, I would not be ugly to him.He had been traveling with a troupe in Europe when their plane had crashed. He lost his leg right away and then the hand after many operations. The only reason he was even talking about it was that he knew I might understand. Because we were both dancers. Ballet had been our lives and now, perhaps, it was all gone.I could. Her age was initially indeterminate to them. She could be anywhere from her early twenties to mid-forties, but she radiated a look of maturity and wisdom well beyond theirs. Her appearance, her carriage, and her clothing also radiated pure sex.The men in the audience were immediately jolted by her ice blue eyes, with a slight up-tilt at the outer corners, her well-proportioned body, and her shimmering black hair. The ladies noted her attractive but not overly done jewelry, her perfect makeup,. “You don’t mind if I sit down here do you?” she giggled as she sipped at her wine.“Not at all.” Mike sounded relaxed as he stretched his legs. “It’s a nice spot.” He caught her eyes as they sparkled with the flickering flames. She looked truly gorgeous in the dancing half-light.They continued to talk easily, even when the subject turned to living alone after a partner had left. Jessica’s wounds were fresher than Mike’s, but they found comfort in discussing past, present and future as equals..