I’d enjoyed several dance partners on my previous visits, but they always got scared by the sight of my husband, no matter how much I reassured them ...e was cool (and turned on) by the action.So tonight I was here on my own in the hopes of finally capturing some big black cock between my wet pussy lips as I danced real close grinding my hips back and forth. Caribbean style dancing is very sexual and I totally dig the style. But first to the bar to check out the talent. My husband usually ordered. I did not to listen in of course,but I do understand body language, and based on the way Colleen wasacting, she and Rachel were coming to terms with the new reality ofColin's life. To look at them, they seemed to be two little girls juststarting on the road to womanhood, yet one of them was my son. I hadgone as far as I could for Colleen right now. My whole life was changingright in front of my eyes. With Beth gone, I knew that Colin and I wouldhave some issues to work out, but I never expected. .she was teasing him knowing he was rubbing his cock under the table. She got up to get us a few beers and he followed her into the kitchen to take the empties, i seen her jerk as he passed her, she told me in bed a bit later that he squeezed her ass and tried to stick his finger into her tight asshole. She came back out and we drank a few more before we called it a night. My wife pulled off her daisy dukes in the hallway outside our bedroom door as me and my cousin stood formulating a plan to. She was always telling my about her husband and proudly telling everyone else that she was married for 27 years. And had never slept with another man. Just her husband. After a few months working with her, something started to change. We started to send it other text messages all day long. Even after work, she would text me."Hey what are you up to?" One day I text her and say "hi love" (which is really common in my culture to call someone love). She didn't reply and later that day I asked what.