Oh, shit, then there was the time in the mud on the 50-yard line. We thought we'd never get that sweater clean again. Bet you couldn't even tell, coul... you?" I finished."You did it center court?" she squealed. "In my outfit? Ewww! Gross!" She pulled her hands off the bag like it was full of dirty underwear.We rode in silence for a while."You really think Mom looks sexy in my outfit?" Janey asked me.I figured she was thinking about how much alike they looked. If Mom was sexy then she was sexy,. Neon lights ran behind the bottles that would have created an impressive glowing effect showing through the intoxicating liquids, if the overhead lights had not been on.The bar however did seem to have what Taylor was actually looking for. A middle-aged and somewhat scruffy guy who looked busy pulling bottles from boxes and setting them up on the bar, one after another. In front of the bar facing the bartender, a much younger guy was talking more or less nonstop. He wore a ratty pair of jeans. There was my attractive wife, looking a million dollars, dressed to kill, groping a strange man, not even a good looking guy at that – about mid-fifties, short, hairy back, middle-age spread, and though I’m no expert, not a big cock judging from the bulge in his shorts – right in front of me, with him leering at me like a cheap extra from a low budget porn film. Her hand started to move and stroke the bulge under her fingers, then she at last turned and glanced at me. I think maybe for. Aaesha: He wasn’t teasing her. He was teasing me in the name of adjusting his position. He showed me his dick and then I realised, it was bigger than my friend’s dick.Aaesha: Now he started to fuck her hard. Now my friend sat on the bench and made me stand. And before I could say anything, he pulled my track and panty down till my knees and made me squat on him in cowgirl style. He rubbed his dick on my pussy. I saw the random guy looking at my ass, licking his tongue and giving a kiss in the.