Shit, I thought; this is just surreal. Forget the wild years of youth, parties, drinking and irresponsible sexual behaviour. Here I am in my thirties,...about to have sex with someone I haven’t developed a friendship or relationship with and it’s a woman. My brain told me there was still time to back away, my body told my brain to butt out.We arrived at a small block of flats somewhere in the suburbs, Jennifer paid the driver and we headed up to the second floor. As we walked up the stairs my. Like this."Kristy reached over and moved my dress to the sides enough to expose my breasts in the middle but still covering my nipples ... barely. My daughter's hands were moving over my breasts while she worked lightly brushing against my already hard nipples which sent shivers up and down my spine. I did my best to hide the excitement from her but couldn't stop my breathing from coming in gasps."Uhmm, Mom your nipples are so hard."She touched one of them and looked at me unsure. Although I. It was becoming the standard it seemed. Well, I didn't mind it, I love a good looking shaved pussy. And it was nice to see how Nathalie's inner lips were also visible the whole time. They had a nice reddish color. And she also had a nice set of breasts. They were bigger than mine, very firm and round, and she had nice areolas in almost the same color as her skin and with little hard nipples on top.Because my sister had said that she didn't want to do this dare, Nathalie would be the person to. Collins was surprised, "Ah, you've got an idea?"My whore identified most of her lovers, and if they were married that time and they are still married with the same wives now, the wives could get a copy of my wife's letter..."Collins agreed, and smiled at Max. "It's a good idea," he admitted.But Max went on. " ... And you are right about my having to be kind to her. If I am civil with her, I may get information about her affairs, when she was with her lovers. I think the majority of the old.