I love the bodacious hour glass figure. I figured I spent this much on getting a new basement. I better go all out for the girl I wanted to perform fo... me. I had plenty of women clothes, heels and lingerie for her to perform in. I just needed a girl I could enjoy for the night. I know a few girls who would come over and give me a very nice show. But I wanted someone new. I wanted a element of surprise.I went to my office to use my computer. I decided to search for my private dancer. I put in my. There's enough light to see that it's the old white guy that lives in our neighborhood. He asks what I'm doing in his bed and starts to take off his clothes. I'm so shocked I can't say anything. He reeks of alcohol so I know he's drunk off his ass. I realize I must have left the door unlocked, and in his drunken state he must have mistakenly walked into our house. Miraculously my girl is still unconcious, actually, she'd smoked a big fat joint that night, so she wouldn't be getting up any time. “It’s too dangerous for me to jump into bed on many occasions where I’d love to do just that.“But let me quote Churchill:During the human struggle between the British and the German Air Forces, between pilot and pilot, between AAA batteries and aircraft, between ruthless bombing and fortitude of the British people, another conflict was going on, step by step, month by month. This was a secret war, whose battles were lost or won unknown to the public, and only with difficulty comprehended, even. My hands find their way under your top, tickling lightly against your lower back and sides.Pulling your top off, I find your lips again with mine as my hands crave the feeling of your body against them, instinctively going for your breasts to cup. My hands rooming the peeks and valley of your beautiful breasts still concealed within your lacy bra. Pulling you into the bedroom, I grin slyly. The room is brightly lit, because it's the middle of the day. The blinds are pulled up on the large.