What I did know, was that I was having the time of my life, and didn't want it to stop anytime soon. The rest of the weekend I decided to just focus o... my family, and keep thoughts of Jerome to a minimum. I was mostly successful; there were a few times I found myself sneaking off to the bathroom to touch my wet pussy, but for the most part I was regular, old wife and mother Wendy. Sunday night though was a different story. Once my husband drifted off to sleep I peeled off my nightshirt to be. Mythinking was this was a girl's closet, so there will be tons and tons ofclothes to hide behind.Kirsty was still rushing around grabbing things, whilst simultaneouslycleaning up the room and somehow managing to grab the back of my shirtjust as I was about to hide in the closet.When my momentum was gone, she turned me around by the shoulders andcommanded me to put a pink t-shirt on which she held in front of me. Iput my foot down again and declared sternly that I would never, butKirsty was. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------D goes dancing Story 2 Called up D today to see what she was in the mood for this evening. I could tell she was a little out of it so I decided maybe I should take her dancing. D said it was about time I took her dancing and she said she will be ready in 2 hours.If you remember the last story it was about watching football at our hotel and our new black friend. Now back to our dancing story. I did pick. I lifted a leg, putting my bare foot on the cushion in front of me. He sniffed the air. “Gee, you smell nice,” he said to the computer screen. “Thanks Dad,” I said. “What are we having for dinner —” He turned to me and stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes going from under my skirt, where my pussy lips were getting a lot of air, to my T-shirt, where my nipples were hard and dark through the material. He swallowed and looked away. He looked back at me, at.