Inside the office sitting on an old chair and staring at a black and white television was a boy of about 17. He was skinny kid with greasy hair, a rud...y complexion and deep set dark and brooding eyes and to Maggie he had the look of a serial killer."Help you two?" The boy asked without looking up at Maggie or Tim.Maggie took a step forward. "Uh, is the mechanic still here?"The boy turned his head and saw Maggie and her wet blouse and his eyes beady focused in on her breasts and his eyes. After fifteen years of marriage I knew the signs and I also knew that I couldn't hurry things along. When Nan had something like that to say she had to work herself up to say it. So, while I waited for her to finish dinner I grabbed a beer and went into the living room to watch CNN.When Nan called me for dinner I was surprised to see that she had opened a couple of bottles of wine, one on the table and one on the sideboard to 'breathe, ' and she had already poured two glasses. Since we rarely. .” Gus in her superior status and who can blame her having the prime position, intended to go on.“ ... Bu told me the same thing Gus, same thing as Ms, she sees more and knows these things,” I interjected, “When her and I were together.” “Bu is cheap anyway, compared to me ... and you of course. That’s the difference in us, I mean her and me, not you and me. She’s very different, being round there, bit thicker and she can’t hear us,” snickered Gus. Thank goodness, I mused, she’d be really. Breaking the tip of the wine bottle on the wood coffee table, I took a strong swallow. The 14% alcohol found in the drink was hardly noticeable until I had downed the whole bottle. I must have been pretty thirsty to have such good stuff gone nearly instantly. Dancing for a while, I found myself grinding with a cute couple. The young blonde was pretty with nice assets, and the guy was one who could make even the straightest of guys hard. He was breathtaking. Our bodies ground together, matching.