Main raat ka besabri se intejar kar raha tha ke mummy kab chudegi uncle se…Phir raat huwa or karib 9 baje uncle ghar main aaye or hamlogo ne ek sath...dinner kiya or mummy or uncle aagle bagal bathe the toh maine dekha ke dinner karte huwe uncle ne mummy ki janghe sahla rahe the…Or mummy kuch nahi bol rahi thi phir hamlogo ka dinner khatam ho gaya or thori deer baad main vi apne room main chala aaya or soo gaya tha kab mujhe nind lag gaya pata nahi chala phir mera nind tut te hi maine mummy ka. Embroidery at the right places covered the hot zones. Even the backless dress showed cleavage being low to show part of the crack of her ass. She definitely looked hot in that dress."Where in the hell did you get that?" Hope gave it to me because she said I looked hotter in it than she did." Shall we go?"I watched her walk in front of me. And those long legs seemed so much better coming out of that short dress. If Shanda ever wanted to get laid quickly, that would be the dress to wear. Sitting. The dress I chose was just a little too small, and clung to my ample frame tightly across the chest, through the hips, and around my bum and thighs. When I walked it had a tenancy to ride up a little, making the already short skirt nearly a mini, and bringing the slits cut into the dress along the outside of my thighs up obscenely high on my legs. I was certain that when I sat in the limo, half my bare butt would be pressed against the leather seats. The dress was, in short: expensive, sexy,. Anyway this place looks like a regular bar, no admission charged. It is frequented by couples and single men – few single ladies as well, obviously a perfect place for exhibitionistic couples and voyeurs to meet. Downstairs they have a dimly lit secluded room for intimate play but no beds as in swinger clubs.Before we got out of the car I asked my wife to take of her bra and her panties. Fortunately she was prepared to follow up but she also put on a long blonde wig. She was afraid of being.