You wiggle your bum in reaction to my tongue’s probing, as you feel the excitement building inside, wanting to feel me deep inside you wet, open cha...nel.I lean over your back, my chest touching your skin, and I’m on my knees. My hard cock, with its red tip damp and glistening, touches your slit, and you move to welcome it. I wrap one hand under and between your legs, sliding my fingers around your clit, not touching it, just teasing as you push yourself back against me, desperate now to have me. Ive seen much worse. In fact, Im impressed by how well he knows himself. Few people do. Im not mad, said Nadia. I dont know how I feel. Ah, the curse of human nature, said Darius. Now I have a question for you: Why give Luc your last two wishes in the first place? Nadia sipped her coffee. After the first one I didnt want anything else. I thought it would be better to make sure he was really happy. Is that so? said Darius. Thats sweet, but I dont believe you. I think you did it because you feel. And it wasn’t easy either. Not to mention how awkward it was seeing Kim after that. We weren’t really friends, but we were pretty friendly with each other and she usually dropped by my house every once in a while to say hello, smoke a spliff or something. She came by on a Wednesday, and I couldn’t quite look her in the eye, I think she knew something was up. She even told me her mom had been acting weird, and especially when she mentioned my name. I lied as best I could, which actually wasn’t. Their tongues would dance together as they did this. My pheromones went into overdrive. The weed and the show had me oozing control. ‘Different music I think.’ My wife said when we had finished. She selected a playlist developed by one of my club’s DJs. It was labeled ‘classic stripper tunes.’ Motley Crue banged out ‘Girls, Girls Girls’. You cannot get anymore classic stripper than that. My wife danced over to the stripper pole and used it for its intended purpose, dancing and spinning around.