The classical is the straighter, shorter style worn by ballerinas in productions like Swan Lake." Like the ones in Swan Lake, I guess," I said."Okay,"...she said, "I have one or two in stock that may fit you. They are size adult large." She brought out the tutus, one pink and one white. "Do you have a preference in color?" Which one do you think will match my tights?" I asked her, pulling up my pant leg to reveal the shiny pink Capezio tights I was wearing.Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Pink it. Whether you danced across the floor alone or with another woman, or you nestled in my arms to the slower songs, every touch, every glance made my heart beat faster, my breath come quicker. Now I have you, here before the entire city, and you are mine."The smaller woman leaned back against her companion. She felt the hands on her hips begin to move in languid circles, moving slowly down her thighs until the fingers caught the hem of her dress. Slowly those fingers danced up, pausing to caress. While this was going on, the old man and woman were having their arms and legs similarly immobilized, but they were allowed to stay on the couch.One moved close to the first of the twins and whispered in her ear, "Are you a virgin?" The girl's eyes got very, very wide and she nodded yes. "Good, I'll be gentle."He then moved to the other girl, "And how about you, are you also a virgin," he whispered. Her reaction was similar and tears began to run down the faces of both girls as they realized. She was cumming for the first time in our marriage.She fell to her knees, and I could feel her pussy clenching rhythmically on my fingers. As she came I took the thumb away and slowed my pace to a softer, soothing stroke. Then just stopped and kept my fingers in her pussy until she stopped shaking. She felt wonderfully wet, hot, and slippery.As she recovered she was on her hands and knees in front of my chair. She didn’t make a move to cover up. She didn’t seem ashamed. Was my wife still.