Even though I did have a close call once during drama class as we had take off our shoes and do a cave-age performance. I was lucky not to have the ny...ons on that day.As I moved up the grades, I was always more of a tomboy than a normal boy. A tomboy like my mother, as I considered our personalities so such the same with much the same tastes, though she preferred to dress up less than me. Like the bit about crossing my legs, I could never understand the big deal my parents and teachers had. As she swung her leg over the seat to dismount I could see that the little bit of fabric that was covering her mound was already damp. "Your pipes told me that you came over here. I just threw something on and ran over. I need another kiss." "Well, your aim was pretty good. You almost got those little bits of fabric in the proper places." We kissed, and she said that I smelled real nice, soapy. I said "That's good." "No it's not. I liked you better when you smelled like pussy." As I. We continued with our wonderful meal but I could not get my mind off her bare pussy being on display under the table. Although I was incredibly aroused thinking of my bare wife all meal long, I had planned to take my wife to a strip club after dinner which was just down the street from our hotel. After desert I shared my plans with her and I guess the three glasses of wine she had helped in her agreeing to my plans. It was exciting walking into the club with her, (a first for us!), when we. She leaned her tall, sleek, naked body forward and thrust out her ass. The force sent me stumbling backward a step or two and my dick popped free from between her cheeks. Kate leaned over further so her body was pretty much at a 90 degre angle with the top of her head pressed against the bathroom mirror and her ass sticking straight out into the air. I paused for a moment to drink in the sight of her. Kate N., this sexy thing whom I’d known her whole life, and who’d always called me “Uncle.