We started dancing I was holding her close, she was quite drunk .We came closer. Drinks were showing the effect and now we were going bit crazy I deci...ded to use this opportunity and started moving my hand from her shoulder to waist slowlyI came behind her holding her very close.Started moving one finger on your hand and move to your neck She was also enjoying the touch .I started blowing air on her neckShe also started liking it. I gave her a kiss on neckShe moaned hmmm Then I gave her a soft. That was when she finally mustered up all of her courage and decided that it was now of never.The next time she touched him she would make sure that her hand 'accidentally' landed directly on that bulge. She said her heart was pounding so hard that she thought he might hear it!Finally she convinced herself to actually do it. The next time he said something she looked directly into his eyes as she dropped her hand onto the bulge. As her hand rested on the straining denim, she said she was. But you should probably try not to drink too much because that's what really gets you into trouble," I laughingly replied.It was Friday night, and as I pulled into Jenn's apartment parking lot, I noticed that she was already waiting outside with her bag in hand. She was wearing a short pink skirt with a white t-shirt that made it evident to anyone that looked that she wasn't wearing a bra. After she threw her bag in the back seat, she leaned over and gave me a big kiss. Once she was settled. Her parents had been quite old when her mother had her and she'd always been conscious of the fact. Anyway Marge's idea was that when the children flew the nest, then we'd travel the world together.Apparently - or so it appeared - Margery had had a change of heart. Maybe looking after Otterley hadn't been as much fun as she'd thought it would be. I know that the pregnancy and actually giving birth hadn't been to her liking. The idea of having three children had rapidly been removed from the.