This was the summer I had made up my mind to lose my pesky virginity and would ultimately share that awkward moment with George. No. Wait. George was ...oo interested in drinking to help me out there. Jeff! That was his name. Running my hands over my body while I mused, I remembered my teenaged self being frustrated with all the curves. My breasts were already full, and my hips flared out in the hourglass I’d come to terms with in my 30s. Pity I hadn’t appreciated how seriously sexy I was at. Using my hands I started to stroke her feet and ankles slowly moving one hand up her leg until I felt the hem of her nightdress.My hand slid under the grown she moved her legs slightly giving me access finally I felt the cotton of her panties I heard her breathing change has I gently stroked her vagina and clitoris.I heard Karen moan “I don’t know what you are doing but don’t stop please don’t stop” a short time after I felt her jerk as if a bolt of electricity went through her legs clamped. He swore that the sexual tension coursing through her only strengthened her dance that night. During the predictably, and insultingly, short dance some of the regular patrons had actually noticed her and tipped her as she danced, writhed and slithered across the stage and squirmed around the poles. Near the end of the dance he’d tipped her well himself and was surprised to find her thong soaked through and her muscles quivering from contact with the various poles. That had been another of their. “Sarah wants to lick your cunt while I watch Joan. She wants to bring you to orgasm while I watch. Are you fine with that?,” Roger teases. “Would you like me to lick your nipples while Sarah licks your cunt Joan?”“Yes and yes, do it for me.”I can see my man watching as I lick my way up both of Joan’s creamy thighs. I always get a buzz out of making another woman orgasm with my lips, tongue and maybe a finger or two. Today I am determined to demonstrate my bisexual skills to Joan after I watched.