When I looked back at the action, Hannah was dancing facing the stranger. His hand was inside the front of her low-cut blouse, and he was fondling her...tit. Her sneaky hand was clenched around the man’s massive hard-on, visible even 20 yards away through the smoky bar. I stared at them, mouth agape, while they felt one another up. The stranger then brought Hannah to the bar and ordered them both shots. The man sat in the corner barstool grabbed Hannah’s hand. She sat her short-skirted sexy ass. I could see it was going to be Mom's kind of party.The Chef and I waded into the melee in progress in Scampi's living room. Two Western Avenue hookers were having a fight to the death with La Cross enema bottles, while the mob thronged and circled, placing bets, shouting encouragement.More rushed up to me towing an Emmy award winning writer along by his spiked choke collar. Chef Fido growled at the canine impersonator. "God! Isn't this just bizarre?" she gushed at me, yanking the writer's. He could now tell that there was definitely a pouch to her stomach. It was almost undeterminable, but he could tell that she had a little more flesh there. Strangely, he found himself wondering if it was a boy or a girl.With a gentle touch, he kissed her entire stomach before moving lower. Slowly he licked her flesh below her navel until he reached her now swollen lips. They too looked different... more pronounced with an almost purple color. With a moan, he covered her swollen flesh and sucked. As I stared at the screen Clive scrolled through more pictures of his wife nude or just in sexy underwear or stockings in penis straining poses around other places in his house. I was staring in silence at the screen when Clive said“Do you want to see her knickers?”Clive opened his desk drawer and pulled out a pair of tiny cream coloured satin panties with a little blue flower pattern and blue embroidered hems. He handed them to me. The material retained the bulge of his wife’s sex mound and.