You step out of it with one leg and kick it away with the other. Here you are, wearing just a blouse and underwear dancing like a superb stripper with...ut a pole. My beautiful and sexy stripper. At least for tonight. I feel so lucky to experience this even if this is just how far it got. But I hope it will go longer, much longer.Then you step down into the couch with one knee at each side of me, straddling me. You brush your crouch over my bulge and give me a big smile when you can feel how hard. I was introduced to Guy & Phil, Guy was looking as hot as I remembered him, and Tim certainly hadn't lied about Phil, he was equally as hot – petite, slim, mop of blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and looked younger than his 17 years, mind you Guy looked younger than his 18 years too. They were both wearing tight blue jeans & tight white t-shirts, that showed off the swimmer style profiles, I couldn't believe my luck. Bearing in mind, at the time, I was in my early 30s, whilst Tim & John were. She was sheathed in a red satin gown that clung to her litheframe and flared slightly from the waist down to her silver high-heels.Her legs were clad in smoky-grey stockings, the dark welts and suspenderclips visible due to the side-split which went right to up her waist.Her jet-black hair was worn shoulder length in her best 'FarrahFawcett', she wore silver jewellery accessorised with a silver clutch tomatch her shoes. Her eyes were smoky, her cheeks defined by rouge andher lipstick bright. She figured she had come this far, she might as well go through with it. Shelly removed her blazer, then her blouse and then her bra. When her large white tits spilled out of the bra, Harry started telling her, how a beautiful housewife like her would really rake it in. She would be turning tricks constantly, and could easily pull down 15 to 20 grand a month. As she removed her skirt and let it drop to the floor, she could tell he was breathing heavy. Shelly went to remove her panties, but he.