They were both 41 but you wouldn't know. They came down and gave me a mini fashion show. "What do you think?" asked my mum. "Very sexy!" I said withou...t thinking. “ummm, very nice I mean”, I corrected myself. They giggled. They were both wearing low-cut figure hugging black dresses that showed how well they looked after themselves. I'd offered to drive them and pick them up but they said they would make their own way back. I dropped them both off and watched them walk away into the club. I was. And for me too, as the Targets realized that their chances of winning were increased if I was included in the non-competition.^I've just leaped over a few dates, so I'll mention something that happened between them. I'd be at home, minding my own business, and one of the Target Girls would arrive and tell me, "I was just passing and thought I'd pop in." In other words, most of these girls tried to weasel their way into seeing my house the easy way. Needless to say, that had to be stopped.I. ”“It’s ancient,” I replied not looking at him, “it was sitting at the bottom of my closet.”I made eye contact and noted the sparkle in his eyes, the light from the screen reflected on half of his face, turned squarely to face me. We leaned in and our lips met, gentle and soft. We kissed more, and our tongues collided. His tongue was on the inside of my teeth and I could feel his hand moving down my back. After a few more seconds of heavy kissing I felt his fingertips at my knee, and they slowly. I grow bolder with time and started to knead her buttocks and pull them apart through her dress.One particular evening we were alone in the living room, Heidi asleep and my Dad working late plotting his latest takeover strategy. She put on a CD and asked me to dance with her. She was wearing a thin summer dress that came halfway down her thighs and covered very little of her large tits. Her nipples protruded invitingly and I'd noticed earlier the she was wearing her sexiest French hip-hugging.