So I very slowly moved the hand up her leg to where the hem on her skirt was. She didnt move a muscle. I took this as a good sign! After a few minutes...I started to move my hand again.. This time as I moved my hand I moved it in and down so that my hand was now working its way up the inside of her thy as it moved up under her skirt.This time she did move but only her eyes. They closed and her mouth opened slight and I could hear her breath quickening. This was great! The feeling of having this. After watching all this from the bathroom I was already naked and feeling my rock hard 6” I needed to get in on the action, I lubed up my cock and walked over to the bed. Kneeling on I teased Donna’s ass with my tool, she groaned, then inched my way in, she groaned real loud as I fucked her ass as the other guy fucked her cunt as the other guy fucked her mouth, we were all rocking and rolling together. This went on for a good ten minutes until the lad who was shagging my wife announced he was. But youre a dancer now? Diane nodded. It was part of the sex therapy. I needed to build my confidence back up and I wanted to learn to be a little bolder and wilder in the bedroom. Madison suggested I take pole dancing classes and then actually do it. I was nervous but I dressed up my best. I bought a naughty cop uniform outfit to wear, did my make-up real good, and curled my hair like an 80s actress would. That was my idea. I thought it would make her look like a bombshell and I was right. I. See you tomorrow." The dial tone filled his ear. His hand trembled as he put down the phone. Nervousness gnawed at his stomach. "You've done it now," he mumbled to himself. "What do you expect will happen?" His rhetorical question brought a choked laugh and his hands continued to shake as he reached for the coffee cup on the desk. Sasha snickered as she put down the phone. "Just what I need, another John. I'll bet he doesn't phone back," she quipped to herself. "He's too polite, too timid..