The rest of the women were already down to their bikinis. They danced in groups of five. The women dancing were daring and hot. Most of the women ende... up taking their tops off and the crowd was chanting "Show us your tits." Joan was in the last group of five. When she got up on the bar the crowd was booing her because she hadn't stripped down to her bikini. The song they danced to was J.P's Wild for the Night. Joan took off her T-Shirt and the bikini was perfect for the dance. About half way. My son asked my wife whether she fed him her milk when he was a small boy. My wife said, “of course, my darling”. My son asked, “What is the taste of such milk?” My wife mischievously answered, “This you ask you dad. He too loved the taste of milk!”. My son asked her whether the milk flowed through a woman’s breast all the time. My wife said, “Yes, may be”. My son suddenly asked my wife whether he could have a taste today. He had innocent expression on his face. My wife agreed and slowly. Over our dinner table, she handed me a beautifully gift wrapped box. "A present? For me?" I asked.I was touched and filled with appreciation for this girl who had so taken a fancy to me. I had to open it right there and then! What I found inside made me turn three shades of red. There, in the gift box was the most feminine pair of panties I'd ever laid eyes on. They were white silk, bikini panties with delicate but very pronounced ruffles along the leg openings."Yes, my dear," she beamed, "they. “What’s up,” I asked her, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Well,” she began, looking to him for what looked like support. “Kyle and I are going to be going to France for the rest of the Summer.” “What?” I asked, slightly angered, “You are going to leave me here by myself while you go have sex with some guy you barely know in France?” “Addison,” my mother raised her voice at me, “You do not speak to your mother that way, more so when there are people in the house. You apologize.