"What lessons?"John held out a sheet of paper and said, "I just got this confirmation in the mail. You've got one just like it. We're enrolled in a Ba...lroom Dancing for Beginners class. According to the paperwork, you signed us up for it." Really?" Lisa asked. She grabbed the paper from her father."Yes."Lisa read the sheet of paper. There in black and white was her name with her father's name as her dance partner for Ballroom Dancing lessons. The class was held every Tuesday night from seven to. I was curious so I walked into the passage to find Kayla hurrying the postman away and carrying this awkward looking package. When I asked her what it was, she acted really weirdly, saying ‘it’s nothing, it’s nothing’ kinda attitude. For some reason she didn’t want to me to know about what ever it was. Anyway, later than night my curiosity got the better of me and, when she drew herself a bath, I went snooping around upstairs in our bedroom and found it, still in it’s packaging, but opened, in. I put on a hot pink lace thong, white ankle socks, then wore some tight black jeans and a tight girls t-shirt. I wanted to make sure if I bent over my thong would be exposed. I applied a little makeup and went to the store. It was really a slow night and not many customers. Then about thirty minutes from close, “he" walked in. He was in his mid-thirties, great muscular build with dirty blonde hair. I was mesmerized, he was absolutely gorgeous. He got to the counter and all I could do was stare.. I shivered, the pleasure racing up my dick. Her juices dripped down to my thwacking balls. They smacked into her clit over and over, her pussy squeezing down each time, increasing the friction.And the friction was intense. Powerful. My balls boiled.“Gods, I'm going to flood her cunt fast,” I panted. “Lavinia!”“Yes, yes, yes, flood the little slut,” my wife moaned. “Cream her virgin depths. Soil her with a king's seed! Oh, gods! Pater's cock, yes!”My wife bucked, her tits bouncing. Pleasure.