His brothers were both drumming with the music when the traditional Saidi belly dancing song started. Looking at my wife, Mohammed said, "Why don't y...u dance for us?"She got up, draped a towel across her face, and began seductively swaying her hips to the music. Twirling across the floor on her stilettoes, she danced in front of each one of us, bending over and shaking her ass, making eye contact and sensually licking her lips. When the swaying hips ramped up to lascivious pelvic grinding,. ”“That’s all I need, mother and daughter comparing notes about how good or bad a lover I am.”“Believe me, there’s nothing bad about you!” she emphasized by gripping his crotch.“Does your mom have sex with other men?”“Apparently she wants to have it with you,” she teased. “I’ll make sure I’m awake to watch.”“You’ve shown me pictures of her, what’s she like?”“She’s a twenty-year older version of me.”“Firm tits and a small, tight ass? If she’s half as good as you are in bed, I may have to do some. I clicked on one and Summer was there, in her room, right where I was sat, on her bed. She was kneeling in a short pink skirt that I remember seeing her in around the house, and a white tshirt that she'd rolled up so it looked more like some kind of crop top or boob tube. She was wearing lipstick, something that she knows isn't allowed until her age is in at least double figures. This she must have stolen from her mother. The video, it started with her introducing herself as "babySummer". She. On my birthday he gave me a good gift and on that day as nobody was in office he kissed my pubic mount on top of my underwear as I did not open it for him. After few weeks he was absent for a day. Next day I got a phone call that he was sick and called me to his house. Since we became very friendly I did not hesitate to go. I found he was alone as his family had gone home, and he gave me some official papers for action taking and he prepared coffee and we sat together. Then slowly he started.