He went into the bathroom, and came out in a whilewith a bunch of curlers in his hair, and he sat downto paint his toenails and fingernails. Stilldisg...sting, but I thought I could see where he wastrying to go. No way some dude in drag was going tochange anything for me!Even after seeing how far he was willing to go, Istill managed to be surprised when I watched him puton what could only be described as a dominatrixoutfit. Black fishnet stockings, tiny, tiny blackpanties (how the hell did he. He was starting to sweat from exertion and excitement as he was finally living out his biggest fantasy.For several minutes mother and son pounded against each other. Obscenities and encouragement spewed from both as they caved in to the taboo pleasure they were experiencing. Bobby looked down and watched his Mom's ass jiggle as his legs worked hard to slam up against her. He laid his head back and groaned in pleasure as he felt the wet, tight walls of her pussy glide up and down his length.He. I think she was in her mid thirtys, nice boobs, dark bush, dark hair. Average body and brown eyes. She danced around and soon the guys removed their clothes and danced around also. I figured the guys to all be in their forties. I took off mine also and three of the guys came over to me. As I danced they fondled my boobs and pussy. Soon we all ended up on the floor. A guy was eating me out as one sucked my boobs and the third pushed his cock in my mouth. I sucked his cock for a minute or two. But every time she moved, they scraped against rough fabric. Every road bump was sending erotic jolts from her nipples to her crotch. It was becoming more than a distraction. "Stop here for a moment," the instructor called out. Barb stopped. Her mind raced as she tried to recall what she might have done wrong. The instructor pulled up close to her. Almost whispering, he said, "Put it in neutral and fix those, please. They are becoming a distraction to me."Barb wished she'd had a full face.