To my surprise a stripper pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the pole. Intriguing I thought to myself. I watche... in astonishment as she performed a host of different acrobatic tricks to the R&B music playing in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dance I was about ready to burst in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper body strength to control her descent with her legs. (Fran tried to remain calm, but Blondiealways made her nervous. And it didn't help that when she brushed Fran's hair,she was standing right in front of Fran. Her breasts swaying inches away fromFran's face. Her fragrance filling Fran's senses.) "Ok, Fran, all set," Blondie said, after she sprayed Fran's hair, with halfa can of hair spray. "Looking good, if I don't say so myself." "Stop teasing me, Blondie." "Trust me Fran, you're hot.... Now how 'bout that robes?" Blondie said, asshe held up. Finally, after she’d brought herself to orgasm twice with her riding of my cock, she stopped, dismounted, and said, ‘I want you from behind.’ She raised the chair so that it would be high enough for me to stand behind her and fuck her while she was kneeling. Once she was properly positioned, I stepped behind her. Sliding my cock up and down her entrance, and making sure to tease her with a few circles of her clit with the head of my cock, I plunged inside her. As I thrust back and forth in her. "You're serious, aren't you? But, uh, Jerry, what about...uh..." Look, Jerry knows," I said. "Well, he knows that I'm going to be showing my tits to another guy. It's part of a plan we have to, you know, improve things in the bedroom."And with that, Steve, although still looking a bit confused, started to rub his crouch a bit. I don't even think he knew he was doing it."So you're gonna show me your tits for my birthday?" said Steve."Yup. You ready? Sit down."Steve calmly sat down, the bulge in.