She’s probably fucking her last guy, Christine reflects. When she’s done, we can pop the cork on a bottle of champagne and watch the ball drop! St...ll lying on her back, she slips her feet out of her high heels, and lets out a delighted little giggle. “Wow!” she murmurs, as the magnitude of what she and Tracey have accomplished fully begins to sink in. Suddenly, she becomes aware of the two figures in their underwear standing in the doorway. “Aaron! What are you doing here?” Christine exclaims,. You take my bags and put them in the hallway for now and we head out.Dinner is great. You are back to your normal self and we have a great time reminiscing and joking around. The topless place is packed as usual. We find a couple seats and get drinks coming. The dancer on the stage is a red head. You always like the redheads. This one is dressed in a school girl uniform with a short dress and stockings. You point her out and wink at me. You go up and put some money in her G-string. She blows. The problem was, this just wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to do it all and she talked of wanting me to publicly humiliate her and the like. In my mind, the day I walked around a girl six years older than my daughter on a leash through the mall would be the day my friends would have me committed. So, it seemed any possibility of public humiliation games would be unlikely. The other source of friction was my daughter herself, or rather the time I spent with my daughter. As far as I was. My aunt turned on the AC. Due to the cold a chill feeling went down my spine.She was wearing those sleeveless nightgown with floral design. I was wearing shorts and t-shirt. I went to her and grabbed her neck with one hand and her curvy ass in another and started caressing. Then locked my lips with her juicy lips and started smooching her. Our lips were fighting. We exchanged lot of saliva too. We didn’t mind all that. Meanwhile I was caressing her ass and slowly moved my hand towards her.