"Hell yeah, we have plenty of time!" she opened her phone and threw it in my face. We had twelve minutes.Still, I was in a bit of shock. If she was ki...ding, she had a great poker face. Although after what came next I knew she wasn't playing."I'll take that as a yes," she smiled excitedly, pulling me under the stairs, out of view of anyone who may come by. She put her back against the wall and pulled me up to her.She threw her arms around my neck and projected her tongue into my mouth. Without. .it was a fine cock...it didn't say a thing. I poured the two glasses of wine and carried them back to the bedroom my wife and I usually shared. Linda's cunt was now about halfway down Ronnie's staff. She was keening as she inched her way down to being totally stretched and filled. I set the wine glasses on the night table then sat on my desk chair and watched, my own little buddy now in my hand, my pants at my ankles. When Linda was all the way down onto Ronnie's monster cock she leaned. She looked over at him for a second, her eyes cool, no emotion, then turned away, facing the sliding glass door that revealed all their reflections."Hey, will you help me with this?" she asked, sounding a little annoyed, stretching the clean sheets across the bed. He realized the sheets must have been really dirty, but an unreasonable part of him was slightly insulted that she washed them, like she was washing him away maybe. He pushed those thoughts aside as he stared at her ass when she bent. The classical is the straighter, shorter style worn by ballerinas in productions like Swan Lake." Like the ones in Swan Lake, I guess," I said."Okay," she said, "I have one or two in stock that may fit you. They are size adult large." She brought out the tutus, one pink and one white. "Do you have a preference in color?" Which one do you think will match my tights?" I asked her, pulling up my pant leg to reveal the shiny pink Capezio tights I was wearing.Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Pink it.