His fingers brushed my panties. He hooked them. Dragged them down.I groaned as he slid them off my hips and rump. This wild heat shot through me. My b...ck arched, my breasts jiggling beneath my slip, my bra clutching them. My son pulled my panties further and further down, rolling them down my thighs. They emerged from beneath my slip.“Mmm, yes, yes, just like that,” I breathed. I grabbed the hem of my slip and drew it up.His eyes arrested on my crotch. He groaned, hunger blazing in his eyes. I. “When we were younger our houses were close so we got to know each other very well,” I said, “some windows, we didn’t use curtains.”Li had been nervous when we saw them and did not want to visit. But when she realized they did not recognize her, she started to enjoy herself. She bowed deeply, making a clear display of - not flashing but openly displaying - her tits and pussy to the entire table. Her labials were parted and they all saw the moisture. She spoke in a quiet, low-pitched voice, with. She wore a dress similar to the ones he'd seen his mother andother woman wear down by the river while they worked."See Mirilla, I told you the clothes would fit him," Mrs. Windham said."Are they comfortable?" she asked Charlie.Charile nodded."Good!" Mrs. Windham said. "My Emily was about your size. I knew youprobably needed some work clothes. My guess is the clothes that you worehere were about all you had. I hope I didn't just embarrass you."Charlie nodded to the affirmative. The clothes he. I punched in a couple more tunes then told Angel to pick a few and then join me on stage.As soon as the music started I got right into it. By the time that song was halfway through the bar patrons were whistling and encouraging us on. Angel had joined me and for her first time on a pole she was doing great. We pulled down our tube tops and slid down the pole, twirling and dancing our asses off. Angel licked the pole and then we kissed a long wet kiss and the crowd went wild.Next up was another.