I remembered what Sasha had said about getting firedfrom the club, and remembered the video Don made me watch on how to dance. It was time to go on. I...strutted out on stage and gyrated to the music, I ripped the tie off and threw off the jacket. The shirt ripped open exposing my cleavage. The drunken men hooted and hollered at me. I squatted at the end of the runway and grabbed the sides of my pants and ripped them off, the crowed whistled and meowed at me. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt and. I hold out my hand to you. I hear you whisper is this a dream as I lean down and kiss you again. I ask you does it feel like a dream as you smile at me and take my hand. I we walk thru your bedroom door and into the mist we cross into our own world. Looking around at the candles and the chairs and sofas in the room as you spin around in what you thought was your living room. As I lift your shirt over your head and slide your bottoms off letting them fall to the floor as I let my hands glide. "Shhhh," she said. "Sex now, talk later." I was overtalking. Her vagina was becoming more responsive as the skin seemed to melt under my caress. Being up against her from head to toe, I could feel all the little reactions her body made to being touched. At first, they were minimal, just small muscle contractions every now and then. Then small shudders. Her pussy produced more lube, a fresh trickle every few minutes flowing out of her until my fingers made small gurgling sounds. Up from deep. K was the sexy MILF next door, the object of many masturbatory fantasies, many years ago when I was in high school. I knew that even though I was old enough, Mrs. K was way out of my league and couldn’t possibly care about someone twenty years younger than she was. She was so voluptuous and always wore clothes that left nothing to my teenage imagination, and she was in my imagination a lot.Now, all these years later, I realized that my new neighbor, Carolyn, was about the same age, and had the.