My Wife and I sat in the center couch and the dancer stood in front of us and began to dance. She slowly got to her knees and slid between us caressi...g each of us with one of her arms. I leaned over and asked her to focus on my Wife. She climbed on my wife’s lap and removed her bikini top. I could see my wife’s hands caress her sides and move to her small, perky breasts. She started cupping her tits and lightly pinching her nipples and then the dancer leaned in so my wife could take one in. First thing you notice is her black shoulder length hair, wonderfully soft looking and well kept considering she was asleep for 10 hours. The second thing you notice is her dick. Your panties, very much useless in the morning, cradle your sack, your dark and itchy pubes beginning to make an unwelcome return, your stiff healthy cock standing 7½ inches proud. You smugly giggle, thinking of all the dude bros who wish they had your girly dick. But they don't, so congrats. Aside from two equally. I was saddened by the sparseness of original furnishings. During the horror of the Revolution much of the furniture had been either destroyed or stolen and sold. The King’s desk had just been restored to the palace through a purchase from the English branch of the Rothschild family for something like 15 million Euros!Of course, the tours all ended in the most famous room in the palace, the ‘Hall of Mirrors,’ where we were free to wander and admire.I found myself back at a window facing out over. “The one bad thing...” Jordan commented as he screwed in and out of me. “I can’t hit your love button in this position.”“It’s OK,” I said. “I never had more than one orgasm in a day before today. I’ve had three already tonight. Keep doing what you are doing. I love it.”This position put my pussy and Jordan’s crotch clearly in my line of sight. Jordan only pulled out an inch or so before plunging into my belly again. My cum-soaked pussy squelched and slurped as he drilled me. I never imagined.