"Nice dance," she said happily, sitting down next to them. "My name'sMiranda." Thanks, Miranda. I'm Althea and this is Cal. Pleased to meet you,"Althe... said genially, offering her a hand to shake. She took it andshook it."So, what dance do you call that, Cal?" she asked, looking him in theeyes expectantly.Looking over, Cal smiled. "Well, Miranda, its Japanese name isKatsudoteki-na Ue No Kamae Kata, but just call it an aerial dance." Hmmm..." Miranda said contemplatively. "That's cool. What. Bill frowned. "I'm sorry, Sharon, to come back to these difficult questions. We've discussed the state of your marriage before, and you had concerns then. Before you can truthfully answer Dr. Goodwyn's question, you need to work out your feelings towards your husband." He leaned forward. "I'm going to ask you some questions. Don't worry about thinking beforehand exactly what you want to say. Just answer, verbalize your feelings, and we'll work through this together."She dropped her head in. And when she goes to bend over you can make out a lace thong underneath it. Her legs are shaven and look silky smooth.After the restaurant, she suggest we go out and dance. We head to a local bar, I grab her some booze, and out we go. She starts by grinding on my hips teasingly. Small circles. Her hands on my hips and her hair in my face. While on the dance floor she says that she has to use the restroom, she leaves and as I attempt to get off the dance floor and move past a girl, I end up. Not for love, lust, sexual activity, nothing. You tell me to jump; I'm just going to ask you 'How high?', simple as that. I'll do anything for you, Rose, even finger fuck you right in front of your father. Nothing will ever be off limits here, hun." Okay, Mom," I moaned, rubbing my body onto hers. "I love those fingers."She responded by smooching the top of her head and letting my fingers shallowly dig into her slit. I couldn't help, but to vibrate even more and moan slightly too. By then, I.