Bouncing up and down on him and playing with her nipples she was again lost in the sensation of the moment. Looking up at her bouncing away as told, p...aying with her nipples, he could see her pinching them working her body like he had. He smiled, turned his head and took another hit from the bottle before offering to her. He watched her face closely studying it for the signs. He noticed she had started shifting her hips to better pleasure herself and waited for the right moment.As her breath. She moaned and squirmed as he caressed her sex. Thrust her hips up in a reflex action to meet his hand. Silently insisting that he redouble the pressure. She had begun to whimper in the way he knew now meant her excitement was building fast. Soft high little sounds without words “oh - oh- mmm- oh-oh-oh.” noises. Like a small animal might make when in distress. But far from appearing distressed, she seemed to be quite enjoying herself. Hey lay on top of her. His iron hard cock came to rest. I nodded. Britney tapped Jess on the shoulder. Jess jumped, momentarily startled.“Yes?”“Sorry, Miss, but that gentleman is your husband, he said?” she asked. Jess’ eyes widened in surprise, probably because it was supposed to be kept on the down-low, but she nodded.“Would you mind if I took him to one of the lap dance areas?” She pointed toward a partition off to the side of the room that blocked a series of chairs with curtains.Jess followed her finger, blinked, then turned back to Britney. I hear them both yell Fucking lace. Fucking cute I swear Jay mutters under his breath. I barley step a foot into the kitchen before Im engulf into a bear hug that takes me off my feet. I assume this is their father, he also smells like fabric softener but also earthly. He finally pulls back, and I take a good look at him. Hes African American, muscular, short black hair thats style over to one side, way taller than me just like his sons. I only come up below his shoulder just like Jay. Well.