Much to Mel’s displeasure the house band was pretty good, a mix of old-fashioned bluegrass with some revved up Latino beats, a fusion of sounds that... got dancers up and moving across the floor.Unfortunately, Mel was no dancer. He could fake his way through a rock song but he had never learned to dance in tandem with a partner. They were lucky to find a table and start off with a drink, a beer for Mel and some wine cooler for Tracy, sitting and enjoying the beat of the music. Tracy finally pulled. Awakening she sits up and apologizes for taking a nap without permission then gets up as I remark that we should get going, she reaches for her shorts and shoes and is ready in a few minutes having a final stretch arms reaching high in the air her tight stomach showing the leanness she works hard to preserve. Leaning over for a kiss we walk out of the room and on the trail back to the truck, deciding that my heavy panting is from watching her shorts we pause for a minute to look at the view. The man walking ahead of them, Owen, who the fuck was he? She had broken up with the love of her life for this man? Why? It didn’t make any sense. Except Wendy knew she had done the right thing. Zera wasn’t giving her any answers!“Excuse me! Sorry!” She murmured as she weaved through the throng and after Owen and the girls. They were all different. All pretty. She got a skank vibe from Darlene, a free-love vibe from Janice, a potentially sadistic vibe from Tamara. Wendy might like Elizabeth if. I know it crossed my mind briefly. I wonder, could the thought also have come into my wife's mind? Yet there was no sign of danger, none at all until that last hand.Oh, how I wish I could hear something out there! What are they doing? No, I don't need to ask that; I know what they are doing. My honey's head has started swiveling back and forth with the intensity of her feelings. Now she has turned it to the side and is rubbing her cheek against his lips. A low breathy moan escapes her lips as.