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I felt so evil! Here, a forty-seven year old woman, watching the young men dance at the bachelorette party, I couldn't take my eyes off their cocks, so long and hard!

Fran, my best friend, invited me to her daughter's wedding and shower, and I got hoodwinked into this, too. A Saturday night out, with all these twenty-somethings, and us two old biddies!

A couple of the girls actually took the men's things in their mouths as they danced around the tables. How the men didn't shoot, totally confused me! They must use something to prolong the erection.

The Italian-looking guy moved by us and teased the old broads, holding himself there, right in our faces. When Frannie reached out and touched it, I felt myself getting wet. I knew I couldn't do that in public, but I was sure getting worked up.

The two hour show was over in no time. The girls had limos, heading for a night of clubbing. It was our time to leave.

The place we were in was a regular dance club after these parties, and young people filled the bar, waiting for the doors to open. Fran decided she needed a drink. I needed to get home to my trusty dildo, but I couldn't leave her, so we bellied up to the bar, ordered drinks, and looked around.

In the mirror behind the bar, I saw a young man behind me. Wow! Tall, dark olive skin, the bluest eyes and whitest teeth I've ever seen in person. He seemed to be looking right at me, and he smiled and nodded. I looked away, self-consciously.

I whispered to Fran about him, just so she could get a good look at this hunk, but when we looked up, he was gone!

*quot;Really, you had to see him, he was gorgeous, Frannie!*quot; She was looking past me, and nodded her head. Over my left shoulder, I heard him say, *quot;I hope you are talking about me!?*quot;

I turned, and he was right there, inches away. All that came out was, *quot;Oh, hi!*quot;

*quot;Hi yourself. You don't remember me, do you?*quot;

My mind raced, searching the face of this kid, at least twenty years younger than me. *quot;Should I? Maybe you have the wrong lady.*quot;

He slowly shook his head. *quot;I could never forget you. How are you, Marie?*quot;

*quot;Fine, thanks, I'm sorry, you still have me at a loss.*quot;

*quot;Joe Sisco, you worked for my dad.*quot;

*quot;Little Joey? Oh My God! Look at you! What happened?*quot;

*quot;Shhh, it's 'Joe' now, I got a lot older in fifteen years, but you didn't! How did you stay the same?*quot;

I smiled, so flattered. I mumbled about the gym, and running, trying to fight against time. He had been a skinny kid, with thick glasses, and I remembered the blue eyes now. He had such a crush on me, and his mom hated me, thinking I was Ankara escort trying to steal Old Joe away from her. I remember Joey coming to the office, staying by my desk the whole time while I gave him candies, then he'd give me an embarrassed hug and kiss as he ran out the door, suddenly shy.

I was Joe's secretary for four years. He paid well, never came on to me, but a lot of his employees did. I wound up marrying one, only to divorce him five years later.

Joey told me that his dad was still going, his mom had passed a few years ago, and that he, Joey was recently divorced with a two-year-old, son Joey III.

Two hours later, he drove Fran home, then me. At my door, I turned to him. *quot;It was great seeing you again, Joe, I had a fun night. Say hi to your dad for me, okay?*quot;

*quot;Can I tell you something, Marie?*quot;

*quot;Oh, sure, honey, what is it?*quot;

*quot;Please don't think I'm weird or anything, but I had such a crush on you, I promised myself that if I ever saw you again, I was gonna tell you how many nights I dreamed of taking over the company just so you'd have to sit on my lap and take dictation. I know I was a silly kid, but I had pictures of you from the company picnics, I'd keep them hidden under my bed.*quot;

I smiled at him, trying to make light of it. *quot;I would crush your legs if I sat on your lap, Joe.*quot;

He gave me that shy smile. *quot;I don't think so. Anyway, when I saw you in the mirror, it all came rushing back. you said you're not seeing anybody. Neither am I. Do you... Can... Would you consider going to dinner, you know, like a date?*quot;

The party cocktails, then the ones at the bar had brought back those randy thoughts, and here I was with this young hunk, better looking than any of those dancers. And he still had a crush on the thirty-two year old Marie, not the old bag I was now.

I touched his hand. *quot;Honey, I'm flattered, but what would your dad think?*quot;

*quot;I won't tell him. I'm a grown man, you know.*quot;

*quot;Yes, I can see that,*quot; my eyes apparently showing my interest. *quot;Why don't we think about this before we decide, okay? Joey?*quot;

He seemed sad, withdrawn.

*quot;Look, you want to come in for a nightcap? I don't want you thinking I'm not flattered.*quot;

He perked up and was out of the car in a flash. Inside, I poured two more as he looked at my CD collection, and put on some slow R