I told her to stay there, I was going to try a differnet angle. I came up behind her close enough she could feel my stiff cock in my jeans. “You’r... so sexy, Mrs Wifey. I want to fuck you.” I whispered in her ear, sliding a hand aup her dress, around her thigh, and down into her panties. Her pussy was moist to the touch. “I can’t… I’m married.. I want you, too, which is why I’m here but..” she moaned as a finger dipped into her wet cunt, cutting off that thought.My cock jumped, pressing into her. I tried to remain sounding happy."I don't. It's something that I have always wanted to try. Women seem tohave such a nice range of clothes to choose from. I guess I misjudgedthings though. I thought the clothes I'd chosen were pretty genderneutral. I guess they aren't."She smiled. "Maybe to a guy they are, but to a woman, no way. The t-shirt sleeves are definitely womens and those shorts? One look at thoseand any woman would know they are females. You don't get guys shortsmade from that. (She figured wrong.)Sheri's father Richard was the quintessential pussy whipped dad - mom called all the shots in virtually everything.You might ask yourself why a guy would live under those circumstances.It is because he wasn't (by any stretch) a "10", although his successful pharmacy made him "$exy by the number$".He was a cash machine, as far as the wife was concerned, and she turned her agenda to making her daughter succeed where she failed - as a beauty queen.Mom and daughter constantly. She came over to the couch and gave me a lap dance. As the song continued she began to take off her top. I sat there frozen for a second as she put her tits in my face, and rubbed the up and down slowly. I didn’t know what to do, then she took one and pinched the nipple to make it hard and put it against my lips. I immediately took it into my mouth and started sucking it hard. I love nipple play and this was finally a chance to feel it from the other side. She grabbed my head and pushed it.