The tempo began to increase and we started to dance in a circle slowly bobbing up and down. Quicker and quicker we danced and I was really beginning... to enjoy myself, shouting, “hoi!”at the appropriate times. The other diners were cheering even louder than the first time and seemed to be pointing in my direction. Shilla who was opposite me was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She was shouting something to me, but with all the noise I couldn’t hear what it was she was saying. The music. Don’t get me wrong it’s all very nice and Pleasantville. But that’s also exactly why I hate it. It’s like someone had swapped all my neighbors with robots, and I’m just waiting for them to get around to me. Because every day, I can feel myself getting just a little deader inside. But enough with my middle-aged depression. Let’s focus on the happy thoughts like my smoking hot wife I have at home. You see I was sitting in my office, and a lightning bolt struck me. Why am I wasting my time here. “Stop “ she said when I quickly pulled my shirt up,”you’re rushing , seduce me”she said”now start over”.Man I wanted to fuck this woman I was thinking as I watched her finger her own pussy.”This is all new to me “ I said to her as I slowly took my shirt off and began to unzip my jeans.I was gazing into her eyes then to her nice breasts and then to her pussy, slick with her juices. I watched her smile change as my hard cock became visible , her mouth opened and she licked her lips.She had two. "It struck her that Barry was being pretty damned insensitive toward her considering what she was going through to save his job. He spent no time trying to work her up, no foreplay at all, just climb on and "Tell me all about it." She was already sorry that she had ever agreed to give Barry his fantasy and as he came and then rolled over and went to sleep she wondered what else she was going to be sorry for before it was over.Harry called at nine the next morning. "I'll be there in half an.