Dance with pillows, pulling off the g-string behind these pillows. The wild charge into the audience with all these screaming women, sticking money in...their crotch, or between their asses.I had to be as close to the front as possible and act as any other woman would, I was dying sticking these dollar bills in this g-strings and goggling at these males. I couldn't help but think I used to be a male once, now look at what I have to do. Then my wife had one of the waiters perform a couch dance for. She was pretty wild in bed and we fucked in every position possible.Being a few years older she was quite experienced. Unfortunately she had come up for Toni’s wedding and had a husband two states away .She was one girl I will never forget , I never met another girl that was better in bed.There was Lou Anne I met at work,a native american who was 5 years older and really hot.She had long black hair,black eyes and a tiny body.For weeks we would sneak away and have sex in the ware house. All lacy and flimsy. Rip-off-able.But this wasn't see-through or flimsy. It was black and white, and made of heavy, pleated cotton cloth.Reminiscent of an old-style nun's habit!Oh, help me, Jesus!There was, thank you, no wimple. Alice's gown was white-collared, had long black-sleeves, and was choir-robe thick.However, it was so brief at the bottom that it scarcely covered her sex. It was a symphony of black and white above, but with Alice's long, long legs, fully exposed to view below.She. “You sure seem eager, don’t you? I know it’s been three months since we’ve had our last ‘quiet time’ together, and I promise you we will have another one tonight,” she assured him, forcing his nose from her tantalizing crotch.“You sure have a way with Tex and Star. I think they sensed you were coming home, because they’ve been restless all day,” her dad offered.Tex and Star were her pets and no one else’s. She had loved her other dogs and horse the same way until they passed away, but these two.