I peered into the front window through the crack in the blinds to see what I could find out.“Holy fucking shit”, I mouthed to myself when my eyes ...ook in everything. Standing in the middle of the group of yelping women was a young man, maybe 16 or 17 and just dressed in the tiniest lycra slip that could ever have been made. Several of the more vocal and drunk women were reaching out to him to grab and grope at whatever they could as he was led up and down the room by my grinning wife! A nervous. I have an extensive wardrobe of sexy clothes I use them for visits to our club and when we had parties at home, but more of that later. Lisa is now about the same size as me. We both wear a size 8 dress and have 34b tits. She wore a bra of mine, a padded half cup black lace that just showed her little nipples exposed, and a nice white sheer silk blouse. Also a short black skirt with a white thong trimmed with rhinestones, black thigh hi’s and black 4” fuck me heels. When she bent over you could. "Sure, I wouldn't care if you had bush or you were shaved, your still a hot redheaded woman, and if I was your husband, I'd be fucking you know matter what!" I said proudly, trying to cheer her up, although it might have also been partly the few beers I had earlier as well.Nina stared at me for a moment, and then lunged at me, and pulling me down towards her, she kissed me hard and passionately on the lips.At first I wasn't sure what to do, but then as the kiss continued I began to respond, and. "You're the best, dad," Brenda said, kissing his cheek and rushing away. He yelled good-bye and she waved back.As they pulled away from the curb, Mr. Walsh decided to make small talk, even though he knew the girl was not that quick. They talked for awhile as he drove, his eyes roving to her occasionally. "How was pep squad?" Great, we learned an incredible new cheer." Really," he answered, unconcerned."It goes like this," Donna said, before breaking into her routine. Mr. Walsh noticed all the.