I was really worried if she tells this to my parents, then I gained some courage and begged her not to tell this to anyone. She immediately smiled and...she immediately hugged me and kissed my lips,I tried to pull but in vain she removed her nighty through her head and she pulled my shorts down, my shorts was halfway down to my knees and she unknown her petticoat, it slides down to the floor she then pulled me on to the bed, removed my vests and shorts. I was in my brief she was looking very sexy. To turn her into a desperate leaking slut ready to do anything to get off.“I’ve got one more special chair for you to try. I think you’re really gonna like this one.”Deidre took Jessie into her arms once more, gently slipping her tongue between her lips. Hands cupping Jessie’s ass, and then sliding up to maul her aching tits. Mouths battling for supremacy, both women attempting to drill to the back of the other one’s throat with their passion. Deidre’s thigh wedged its way between Jessie’s,. She didn’t usually sleep in the nude but she remembered why she had and the one memory caused a cascade effect of recollection that held her in place under the covers. Touching her new and inexplicable tattoo she considered the events of the night. Her thoughts were accompanied by the pleasant sensations emanating from her well used pussy. In a way it was reminiscent of beat poetry spoken to the sound of a deft hand on a bongo drum, it made no real sense but there was an under beat that. Once we had settled in, I asked her to pick a girl to dance for us in the champagne room. She ended up picking out a stunning blond with a sizable rack and a tight, tight body. Once we got into the back room I asked the stripper to dance for my wife. She was told the rules of the club (can’t touch her pussy) and it was so hot to see this woman dancing between my wife’s legs. The dancer was getting very close to my wife and her movements were pushing up my wife’s skirt which was now barely.