"Are you the shampoo?" A bored voice asked, and Isabel turned to see a slip of a girl looking at her, she couldn't have been much older than her Jane....The things some girls wear!' Isabel thought as she appraised the white cotton bandeau top that just about covered her small firm breasts. Her midriff was bare save for a topaz navel stud from which hung a little jewelled flower. Isabel took an instant dislike to the girl; she hated anyone being rude or surly, especially if they were working in a. They were only wearing a small g-string around their waists and nothing on top. Their breasts swayed and bounced as they danced while my wife watched each and every one of them intently. I looked at my wife and saw that she had a finger deep inside her soaking cunt, finger fucking herself, as she watched the gyrating, almost naked dancers just up above her head. I heard her moan when one of them exposed her cunt as she danced past. It was subtle but I saw it as well as, I’m sure, most of. I knew it couldn’t be mom… I suddenly got a flashback from that day with Michael. I was so horny right now and I did miss that massive cock. “Hey Max.” I could hear that creepy voice of his coming from down stairs. “Michael?” I said. I grabbed a blanked and covered myself up just as he came up the stairs and into my bedroom. “Oh, am I interrupting?” I looked down and saw that I hadn’t covered my pussy and it was dripping wet. “Oh… Uhm.” I looked up and met his creepy smile. “Well, Laura. It’s. Don't assume you know what each other's needs and wants are. Ask and she will answer. Just remember the more you do for her, the more she will want to do for you, in a loving relationship." I told Tim as honestly as I could."Ray, how long have you known my mom?" asked Tim."Oh, ever since grade school. She was always so nice to me even though I was an idiot. Your dad was a really good friend of mine in our younger days. The three of us were pals growing up. When we all became teenagers, he.