I couldn't tell you what hour it was, I couldn't tell you what day it was, The only thing I could honestly tell you is that the day this all began is ...very persons worst nightmare of a day, That day was the day I would leave my house for the final time, Only a few days before I had lost my parents in a tragic car accident, I would prefer not to go into details of the horrific accident so yeah lets just carry on with the story, As I was saying, Bad day for me, Leaving the house I had spent the. I took another sip of red wine and lifting the silk rims let it drip down the unshaven pussy mound into the cleft. Elaine lifted her legs to meet my moustache, hair on hair, not bristly just sensuous, the tongue onto lips tasting of wine and women. I probed ever deeper, past the gates into the underworld of long forgotten pleasure, drunk on the mixture of juices, into the seventh heaven of sexual ecstasy.Resurfacing I moved my tongue along the wine stained path to her breasts and then to kiss. I could see my wife’s hands caress her sides and move to her small, perky breasts. She started cupping her tits and lightly pinching her nipples and then the dancer leaned in so my wife could take one in her mouth. I was hard now and stroking my cock through my shorts. It didn’t take long before my wife’s blouse was open again and the Asian stripper was feeling my wife up. The stripper looked over at me as if to ask permission and then pulled my wife’s tits free from her bra. At this point. I was a little disappointed that our moment had come to an end.The beer seemed to be the wrong thing to do at that time.I was still hard, pressed my dick against her back. But I was totally cool just sitting there.Apparently Amanda had moved on from her climax and was back in reality:“I’m fucking thirsty,” she sighed. “How ‘bout you?”“Yeah, okay.”I tried to reach for a can of beer, but she stopped me.“Sit back, honey!”I did, and she took another sip of beer, leaned over me and then let it drip.