"I must have startled you." My fault," apologized Tina. "I didn't know you were so sensitive there, Paul. Looks like I won't be putting my hand on you... knee again any time soon." He's sensitive everywhere," said Debbie. "If you really want to get him going, tickle him just under the ribs on his left side." And how do you know that?" Paul asked her. "Have you been secretly tickling me without me knowing about it?"Debbie shrugged."Let's test the theory," said Tina, and immediately dug her fingers. It reminded me of my younger years when we played cards all the time. My wife paraded herself back and forth from the bedroom to the kitchen. She had on just a long buttoned up shirt with a pair of panties on underneath it. She still looked very hot for being 49 years old and I noticed on several different occasions the guys would get distracted every time she walked by. This was to my advantage as I won practically every hand whenever she came out into the living room. It had been 2.5 hours. Think about it. What would your friends think?" You could go in disguise," Nick said helpfully. "Our friends don't hang out here much. They don't know you that well." We've had barbeques here with your friends. They know me well enough. Do you think if I ran out ad got a cheap wig they wouldn't know me?" Well, maybe a nice wig," Nick chuckled."I'm in my thirties. My prom was like fifteen years ago. Surely I would look out of place," Jillian laughed. She did not take the suggestion seriously at. He had a horrible sensation that there wasn't the usual fleshy weight lying between his legs. And his mind hadn't had time to resign itself to an idea like that yet. Maybe he would feel for it before troubling his eyes. That might be less of a shock. As he arched his body forward slightly, aided by the inertia of his massive chest, he caught sight of the shock of glossy blonde hair that had tumbled into the vision of his right eye. This he could consider, his hair maybe longer then. It had.