She was left wearing a lacy, black garter belt, stockings, and a pair of brief, white, tanga briefs worn over the garter straps. She caressed her larg... shapely breasts, squeezing them together, then shaking them free, as she shimmied to the music. She turned her back to the audience, once more, hooking her thumbs into her knickers, before, slowly, wriggling them down over her rounded buttocks. She continued down past her knees then swiftly stepped out of them. She spun around, one hand. Let me tell you about a special night Dawn and I shared just the other day. It ended with a surprise, although I suppose it was not completely unexpected. It was the day I asked Dawn to marry me. It started with us lying together in bed. We faced one another on top of the sheets. Her soft hand rested on my bare hip. It is nice when she puts her hands on me, especially when I take the initiative, because I can feel her reaction in her squeezes and her grabs. Dawn lay still while I traced my. The next thing she did was amazing. She wiped the entire sweat with the pallu and wrapped it around her waist. She looked at me and told in a kinky way, “Choodu sahikkan pattanilleda, mone” (I can’t bear with this heat, son).“Haa Vallyemmaa, I too can’t. I feel like stripping all clothes and sit naked. Or at least these underwear.”She laughed out loud and said, “Naughty, boy. Want to sit naked in front of your own Vallyemma?”I too laughed and said, “No, vallyemma. That was just an. I tried to drown them out, but they were already in my head. Trapped somewhere deep inside so I couldn't flush them out."Crap," I groaned, getting up. "I want to have sex with my step son," I confessed to myself before I strolled to the door.I calmly opened it and ventured out into the hallway. I began grinding my teeth as the moaning got slightly louder.'Damn it,' I thought, prior to stopping in front of the door."You just came inside me, didn't you?" she asked."Yes," he answered."Sweet," she.