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... last year of college, they had moved in together. Anthony frowned a bit at that memory. His parents, very old school and conservative, didn't like that he and Sasha were living together in, as they termed it, "heathen sin." Anthony didn't care. All he knew was that it was the best year of college he had had and as soon as they graduated, they got married.

He was proud of her. She was a great mom and, in his eyes, perfectly gorgeous and sexy. He was pretty sure most of his construction crews were of the same opinion. When Sasha was in town shopping, she would often call him to find out where he was and meet him at a job site. He had heard the good-natured whistles from his workers as she walked across the job sites and saw them staring at her. It didn't bother him. In fact, he sort of liked the attention she got from the other men. He also had an idea that Sasha liked it as well. He had watched her at times as she exaggerated the swing of her hips as she walked across the job site back to her car after a visit.

"Hey. I heard about a new place in town called Franky's. I have heard from some of the guys that it has a great dance floor, live music and some kind of entertainment. Are you interested in getting a sitter for Saturday night?

She turned around, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"Sounds like fun. We haven't been out in ages."

"Good, can you arrange for the sitter?"

"I'll do better than that. I'll call Mom and see if she and Dad would like to have ...

... the kids for the weekend. I can drop them off Saturday after Thomas's basketball practice and pick them up Sunday afternoon."

"That would be great."

He crossed the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. His hands strayed down to her ass as he kissed her and gave both ass cheeks a solid squeeze. She giggled and wiggled against him. He swatted her on the ass with his open palm. Sasha jumped, eyes going wide and rubbed her ass.

"Ouch. That hurt. What the hell was that for."

"Oh, nothing. I can remember a time when a little slap and tickle would get your engine running."

She looked at him and shook her head.

"That was a long time ago."

Anthony cocked his head to one side and gave her a smile.

"Not that long."

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Later, they were upstairs getting ready for bed. Hilda was in the bathroom putting on her nightgown. Anthony was already lying in bed wearing a pair of gym shorts. It was a habit he had picked up years ago in high school. As Sasha was brushing her hair, she turned and then absentmindedly lifted the hem of her gown. The faint impression of Anthony's handprint was visible on her ass cheek. She rubbed it and felt the tingle. She quickly dropped the gown back into place and began to brush her long black hair vigorously. The reaction that her touch had caused was unexpected although not altogether unwelcome.

Anthony lay on the bed, reading a construction trade magazine. He looked at her appreciatively as she came out of the bathroom. She ...