Big deal!Over the years since then I had gotten in touch with him occasionally, or kept tabs on him through other friends, or run into him once or twi...e. We both had been through the divorce mill and were doing okay in our chosen professions.My sister Marsha’s first husband had been killed in a car accident, leaving her with two little kids. Her second husband had been a crook who ripped her off of all the money she had gotten from her first husband’s insurance. She was getting older and had. The man seems to be trying to imitate the Don Johnson look with slacks, a pastel tee, a linen sports coat, and expensive loafers with no socks. Unfortunately, on him the look doesn’t work.The woman with him is a bottle blond with big tits, a tightly fitted dark blue silk dress with too much cleavage, and a hem only about two inches below her crotch. Added to this is a six-inch slit up each side and five inch fuck-me pumps. If this isn’t bad enough she’s smacking on a large wad of gum. Kyle’s. I doubted anyone could match Amy's utterly washboard flat and slender abdomen!The applause was very sincere at the end of her first act and I was pleasantly surprised when she shyly slid out of her damp sports bra to conduct her next dance maneuvers topless. I'd seen Anne's tits on display at the pool party and I'd also nearly gotten my hands upon them for a brief moment, before she lost her nerve to stay and have sex with us. Tonight she was much less shy about exposing herself; indeed she was. It was just long enough to cover her stocking tops. Sitting may be a problem. She clicked across the floor atop of her heels. “You looked outstanding!” I exclaimed and meant it.She gave me her winning smile. “Thanks, Sweetie. Now I’m just going dancing with the girls. I shouldn’t be late. No need to wait up.” She wiggled her fingers at me as a goodbye wave, explaining, “I don’t want to mess up my makeup. I love you.” My sexy wife turned and departed.Just going dancing with the girls? Dressed.