“Do you like this better?” as her hands spread out re-introducing the outfit she wore that day.He smiled grandly and said yes. He looked at her bo...y. She looked back at him. She asked what was wrong. He told her nothing at all was wrong and repeated himself too. “So, in your opinion Mark, what do you like about this?” she asked.Oh where to start he told himself. Where to begin. “Let’s do this. I’m going to show you something but I’m going to ask you one question before we go any further, okay?”. When Alan had been in high school, Stella had told herself that he was still young, he had plenty of time to sow his wild oats, he would come out of his shell when he matured a little more. When he continued to avoid girls in college, Stella had a harder time convincing herself that it was only a matter of time before her son blossomed. He’d stayed in his room and studied hard, earned the highest grade point average in his graduating class, and had been selected as class valedictorian. She was. This was ... a bluff. I never meant to go quite that far. I am still your wife! I will always be your wife! Always! I love it! I love it! I love it! Don’t worry. I have learned to ... handle my jealousy. I don’t care that you’re boning your Israeli boss, your rather married Israeli boss, judging from her wedding band. I know that will never stop.“I don’t care that you’re fucking your own sister, two stepmothers, and BOTH of my sisters! Fuck every motherfucking woman on Earth if you wish it! I’m. I wasn't the only one experiencing bliss.My pussy must feel so wonderful on her clit.“Dance faster,” I groaned. “I'm getting so close to my climax.”“Mmm, yes, let's bring our dance to its delightful conclusion.”Her hips moved faster. I gasped and shuddered. Her hips writhed like they had on stage, moving far swifter than should be possible. Her clit rubbed through my flesh, teasing me, sending flutters of pleasure through my body. I gasped and moaned as I lay beneath her, letting her flesh.