I pulled back and with my left hand holding her right hand high over her head, I twirled her around, then caught her coming out of her spin and she fe...l right back in step without missing a beat.“I love this one Billy, spin me some more,” she laughed.When we would swing away from each other, I would twirl her in step, I could see her sexy body moving smoothly, easily, her big breasts swinging wildly to a rhythm all their own and her sexy butt making me hard just watching as she would spin in. He yanked down her pants. He pulled them down with a hard yank. They spilled off her rump, her butt-cheeks exposed. A pink thong vanished into her crack.“Mmm, she’s going to be shaved,” I groaned. “Like mother and daughter.”“Uh-huh,” my wife moaned, her voice getting throaty as I pinched her nipples. “Dean! Yes!”“You like that, huh?” I purred. “Does my naughty Kimmie like it when Daddy plays with her nipples.”“Yes, Daddy,” my wife moaned, her voice sounding so girlish. “Mmm, I like it a lot. I. Was the linen closet the third door? The fourth? I skipped the first door, whose cold surface told me it led to the garage, then felt my way along the wall, opening every remaining door to feel inside for cloth. And then the wall ended. I'd passed out of the hall and into the den where we'd all been sitting before Susan's call. That's when I realized I'd been feeling along the wrong wall; the linen closet was across from where I'd looked. Damn! Now I had to feel my way back to the hall, across. Being a leggy blond meant short skirts and stocking as an added attraction for men to buy me drinks, all part of the cheap night of fun and perhaps sexual pleasure if the bloke appealed.I got on and sat down in an empty seat, admittedly showing an awful lot of leg, as the hem of my short skirt sat under my bum. Don't get me wrong, that was its sole intention, and I quite liked how my legs looked, besides, it made me feel sexy.Just before we pulled out of the station a black guy got on and made.