Roger was getting the best sex of his life and he encouraged my friendship with Missy. Always supportive, he told me I should have fun and live a litt...e and if being around Missy made me so happy, he was all for it. I was very eager to learn new things, so I continued having coffee with Missy every afternoon. I’d go over just after noon and we’d talk about whatever was on my mind, save for the thing that was foremost in my mind – how could I be more like her? I was determined that I was going. I began moaning and tried not to climax. Mom looked down at me and smiled. She leaned over and kissed me deeply and passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth as her cunt massaged my shaft. She rode me gently for a while in this position. Suddenly mom’s cunt started shrinking and contracting as if trying to trap my dick inside, and she started thrashing like a fish in a net, as her orgasm overtook her. When her orgasm was over, she climbed off, and got on. Everyone was surprisingly really nice and professional. I watched the others girls give their shows, working the pole, bearing every inch of their bodies to the crowd and wondered if I could do the same. I got a ride home from one of the bouncers and planned to come back next week. I didn’t make it back. Why that was is a story for another time. I never became a stripper and I didn’t give it a second thought after that. I grew up to be a nice little office girl who wears sensible shoes...but I. Holly’s entire body was pressing against mine, and she was undulating it against me. Her thighs remained against mine, but her hips, belly, and breasts were slowly moving more firmly, then sliding away just a fraction as I opened my mouth fully and kissed her as deeply as I could.Some time later she had rolled me onto my back, and was kissing along my neck and collar as her hand caressed my chest and belly. I reached up with my left hand and cupped her right breast, feeling how full and soft it.