[Saddledrifter]

Back in the 70's my wife was so hot that she sizzled. One Friday night she and I and another couple went to Panther Hall in Ft. Worth, Texas, to see Jerry Lee Lewis perform. She wore a white see-through top and very low-cut hip-hugger pants. Jerry Lee performed many of his hits, and she and I danced most of them. As I began to wear down, she was only getting revved up. She could really make the fringe on those hip-huggers shimmy. But as I tired out, some cowboy who had been watching her go, asked her to dance. We had had a number of beers in an attempt to keep cool in the hot dance hall. The cowboy had definitely been observing us, because he brought two beers of our brand to us as he asked my wife for a dance. How could that gesture be refused? That cowboy could dance! And my wife was totally enjoying herself, and she shook everything in the process. The cowboy was continued providing my wife as many beers as she could polish off, as well.

Then Jerry Lee took a break from his first set. Apparently, he had been watching the braless girl in the see through midriff top and hip-huggers shimmy away, because he invited her up to visit his dressing room during the break. An assistant to Jerry Lee came over and asked my wife if she would like to meet him. My wife asked me if it was O.K. I agreed, and she took off upstairs to his dressing room. She was gone the entire break. I have no idea what happened, but she said that he was very nice, but thought that he might be a little smashed on something. Her absence didn't keep the cowboy from coming back. As soon as my wife returned, he was there with two more beers for us. I told him that I wanted to dance with my wife for awhile until I once again wore out. The cowboy said that he understood. So we started dancing and kept dancing for about 6 or 7 songs. During several of these fast dances, with only the knot at the base of her top holding the two sides together, her tits and boobs started falling out. I didn't warn her, and she didn't know or didn't care. Anyway, I , as well as others, including the cowboy, enjoyed the view. As we walked back to the table, she said, "Oh, my, my boobies are out of my blouse!" She stuffed both boobies back in place. Then the cowboy was there with two more beers and asked her to dance. She finished off the night dancing with him and periodically stuffing her escaping boobies back in her top.

Leaving the cowboy behind, we started our return from Ft. Worth to Dallas. With my totally inebriated wife, I had no problem in the back seat munching on both of those babies as my friend drove back home. It was a good night for the cowboy, Jerry Lee and an even better night for me!