I tried to demur explaining that Tom and I didn't dance very much. He insisted. It was a fast dance and he soon had me following his every lead. The s...ng ended, I headed for my chair only to hear him pleading for another."Oh, I couldn't. You and Sybil are far too good for me, dance with your wife." Martha, don't you dare stop. He'll dance my feet off, plus I think Marty needs a change of partners once in a while." Sybil called from the table.Well, that went right over my head but I was back on. Thick and oily hair, not like hair that women maintained, clean and soft. She brought over a blue-glass-bottle tapered at the top with a thick liquid made for hair. She poured a handful on top of his head and began massaging in. She moved the length of hair to rest on his chest and stomach, and reclined him onto herself. She kneaded his hair from top to bottom, and back again.It went without saying his member has been erect and was sticking out from the surface of the bathwater, and has been. . I figure you to be 30-33." She said with that cute little smile that she knew wowed the guys.Her drink and my refill came and she pushed her chair back as a Journey song, Anyway You Want It came on and she reached for my hand to take me to the dance floor. Whether I considered myself a dancer or not, I was in, if only to make her happy. We danced to that and then Joyride by Roxette and I began to think she might try and keep me on the dance floor all night. As that song ended I decided I. My parents hadn’t even known I was missing, but I’m sure there would be a few friends I owed an explanation. I felt guilty for last night, but it wasn’t really something I could have prevented. I turned on my cell phone as I walked into the house. It quickly buzzed with 7 new texts and 9 voicemails. I listened to them all. Basically, Maggie had been calling me every hour since I’d told her last night that I wouldn’t be driving home with them. Knowing Maggie, she was probably assuming I’d gone.