I kept flicking the end of the nipple, occasionally grazing it or lightly biting it with my teeth. She was holding herself up with one arm, and madly ...ubbing her cunt with the other. She had her index finger half way in her cunt, taking the dress with it. She started to moan, louder and louder. Then she let out a scream. I clamped my hand over her mouth. Her hips started bucking and I could see the area of her dress around her hand getting wetter and wetter. I grabbed her ass with all of my. But this wasn't my sleeping Hubby.As my excitement (and lubrication) grew, my left hand inevitably began pulling my son's shirt up. And before long, I was touching his smooth, warm, bare skin. Only a few times have I had such well balanced pleasure and guilt in the same moment. I tried to assuage my feeling of perversion by telling myself that I wasn't actually having sexual feelings about Jason, which was true at the time. My desire was focused on the pretty-but-slutty stripper I was watching,. " I smile, "you know I love to." Placing my head between them and starts sucking them passionately. She smiles and moans again enjoying to watch and feel me sucking her tits. "Hold my head with your hands and guide me to the spots which need my lips most." She guides my head in between her tits again so I can lick along her long cleavage, "Mmmm you can read my mind." I stick out my tongue and lick along her cleavage keeping eyecontact with her to see if I please her well. My unspoken question. We quickly don robes from the central bathroom closet and join the men sitting on the lanai enjoying the cool breeze preceding the approaching storm. Mike hands me a wine cooler and gently probes “you were uncharacteristically restrained today, Honey. Anything you want to talk about?”“No Mike. I loved the entire performance and Angela was such an incredible trooper. But I could see she was out of reserves. She gave everything she had.”“Yes”, Mike concurred, “I believe she has made the.