"My point was that they should not feel so uncomfortable in front of meor the shop assistant.Sharon found a sexy red bra for my wife with a black lace...trim andhelped Mary adjust it."It fits perfectly," Mary said smiling and turning to me. "So what doyou think? Do you like it?" I think it's very sexy!" I said."I think we should have matching bras," my wife said to Sharon. SoSharon got an identical bra for Celia.I looked at my ladies in their bras. They looked so cute and sexy.Well Celia looked. I found it in the attic.” I could think of nothing I wanted to do more than to rip that vest off with my bare hands and ravage Corrine’s impossibly fine body, smothering my face with her huge tits. Stephanie teasingly prodded her utterly stunned boyfriend, “What do you think of Corrine’s outfit, honey?” “Uh!” Simon jumped a bit, fumbling to respond, “I think it looks…” He just trailed off, unable to tear his eyes away from her rack. We all cracked up at Simon’s non-response, and the guy turned. We made a symphony of sounds—groans, moans, little grunts of pleasure, swishes of friction where our skin touched, the hush of movement on the sheets, tiny wet noises of my cock moving in and out of her juice-filled opening. It was sweet music. “Oh, Michael . . . a little . . . faster . . . I’m . . . almost . . . there . . .” I was too. I picked up the pace slightly, trying to hold out to come with her. She moved faster, grinding back at me, and then she started to come. I was several beats. I watched curiously as she shifted from one step-style to another turning the dancing from moderate to sexy. She cunningly bent her body forward exposing her breasts often swaying and shaking them vigorously. Sometimes, facing me, she thrust her chest forward and backward repeatedly as if to lure me. Yet sometimes, she thrust her pelvic similarly as if she was fucking an imaginary figure in front of her. I found myself hitting the rocks and I attempted to grab her several times. Often I tried.