The deadbolt clicked open and Don thrust open the door, alreadytossing his jacket on a chair back. "I'm home early," he practicallysang, eager to see...his lovely Leslie.Don didn't hear her, so he glanced around. She must be home,he thought. Her purse is on the counter. And - wine? At thistime of day? A half-empty bottle of Chardonnay sat uncorked onthe table. Don's curiosity rose. That wasn't like Leslie. Heglanced back into the living area. A wine glass, nearly empty, saton the coffee. "Ten bucks cover" he said gruffly. I handed over the cash and walked inside. It was pretty classy for astrip club. There was numerous different levels, all leading down to the main stage, where a young blonde woman was busy bumping and grinding to the music. Situated around the stage in a semicircle, were numerous chairs, all filled with young men. The rest of the place was filled with soft leather couches. I took a seat in the very back, keeping myself out of view in the dim light. "Would. She gyrated her hips against his and she felt Andrew gasp against her skin. “Bed?” he groaned. She nodded in response. Andrew carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He stood her up and slowly lifted her dress up and over her head. Alice could hear him whisper, “oh fuck,” and patted herself on the back that she had spent the time Andrew was away to get into better shape. What Andrew was looking at was a perfect pair of perky B cup breasts in a light pink shear lace bra and matching. Her's son's touch caused her to tense up, she gripped the sides of the lounger as she felt him work his way down her back, slowly rubbing the oily cream over her."You feel tense mom, you o.k.?" Andy asked innocently, he moved his hands to either side of his mother's body and rubbed the skin by her rib cage."I'm just tired a bit I guess, your dad kept me awake last night with his snoring". Patricia answered not wanting to reveal what she was really getting uptight about."Yea, I can even hear him.