Circling the poles, they held onwith one hand, their long black hair flowing as they began to move morequickly. In unison they launched themselves ont... the poles, each mirroring themoves of the other. I had watched pole dancing before, but these twowere better than anything I had ever seen. As supple and flexible asgymnasts they swooped and swirled around the poles. Their moves wereperfectly synchronised as they whirled around the poles. Sometimes Icould not tell how they managed to hang upside. Then, later, I went to his room where he was eagerly waiting.As I closed the door behind me, I laughed as I saw his sheet so obviously tented upward in anticipation."Looks like you're happy to see me, handsome," I said as he pulled away the covers, my son seemingly proud of his developing manhood.I pulled off my nighty, sat down and kissed the tip of his cock and settled in next to him as we held each other and kissed.My son was now much more relaxed and easy with how he was with me in these. Nyet."Uh, the first one," I said, feeling my cheeks warm."Charlotte. She's not too bad. I prefer Emily's stuff though." Helowered his voice. "I have to keep it from the rest of the guys that Iactually find literature interesting. The last time I mentioned a poemthat wasn't on the syllabus, I got razzed for a week."I stopped walking to look at him for a moment, then resumed my pace.No, my heartbeat had not increased. And I definitely, absolutely,positively did not suddenly wonder if my hair. "Hi," said Tommy, walking over to them."Well hello, Dorothy," said Faith. "Very nice!" See, I knew this would be cute on him," Mandy smiled."Where's Jamal and Charles?" said Tommy." I hope they look as ridiculousas me." Oh, please," Mandy laughed. "You my dear are very pretty. Those two aredisasters. We barely found anything that could fit them. Look overthere."Mandy pointed over to Jamal and Charles, as Tommy cracked a smile."What are they actually supposed to be?" said Tommy."Well, Jamal is a.