My breathing quickens. ‘Are you wet, Baby?’ you ask innocently. My response is a husky, ‘Yes!’ You chuckle, ‘Of course you are… You lik...d tasting my pussy, just as I like tasting your cock…’ Your voice is silent as you pull my shorts down from my waist. My erection stands before you, rigid and swollen with anticipation… With my clothing finally removed, you settle between and spread my legs apart. Your hands touch my thighs and slowly move upward and inward. My cock leaps at the thought of. I then tied her silky smooth hair in a bun.“Ma, since I can’t keep your hair in this position, please keep both your hands on your head. It’ll be easy for me to….”She cut me short, “Ok, beta.”I could see her huge pear-like saggy breasts. They weren’t wrinkly but only drooping down. I touched them with one hand and sprayed water from the showerhead with the other. They felt like touching warm, smooth clay. I slightly squeezed the left one to see my mom’s reaction.She had closed her eyes and. When Catharine finally left the stage for the final time that night, she was very tired but she was also so pleased to find out that she hadn't lost her dancing touch, and she still had something to give in a career as an exotic dancer in Las Vegas. When Catharine got off the stage, she found herself having to deal with the same realities she had several years earlier -- dancing turned her on more than she could have imagined. Even before she left the club for home, she had to go into the. Wendi and Anna showed up at the club late, the party had already started. Couples were gyrating on the dance floor to the heartbeat thumping of hip-hop music. Wendi breathed in the intoxicating odor of a variety of colognes and perfumes, mixed in with tangy sweat, as she walked onto the dance floor. Yet anticipating a nice evening of dancing, Wendi sought her corner, and began to move. Slowly accustoming herself to the beat, she gyrated and moved like a sex goddess. Suddenly she felt someone.