"Good, I don't want you to ever change anything down there," I said as I moved my hands down to her hips.She playfully slapped at my hands. "You goof!...Let go, I want to comb my hair," she said as she walked to her bathroom and flipped on the lights. "Dammit, I hate that hairspray!" What's the problem?" I walked up behind her."Look at my mirror. That new spray I tried just fogs it up."I looked and, sure enough, there was a slight coating on the glass.And suddenly there was light! I grabbed Beth. What the hell is going on?Another few steps closer -- and Charlene could hear her mother humming.The evening's selection seemed to be The Stripper. It hadn't been chosen without reason, either.Oh, for crying out loud!"Whoooo -- EEE! Do it to it, Liz baby!" Derek whooped.Charlene peered cautiously around the door jamb.Liz was in the center of the living room floor, clad only in sheer hose, panties and bra. Various and sundry other items of her clothing were scattered around the living room, much. What did you find out?That I have to be careful with what I ask.With Great Power comes Great Responsibility.Until I use it to fuck everyone in sight, eh?Ha, you could use it for just that.But I think if the girl does not want to, she will remember that she doesn't want to and call the cops on me afterwards.There is that, I have been thinking about your wife, does she snore?Yes, ever since she let herself get really out of shape, she has been snoring, but the same is true for me. Why?When she is. Both of us stood up I took her to the wall and held her both the hands to the wall with my hands and gave a small bite to her shoulder, by which she shivered and I could hear her deep breath made me more aroused. I then smooched her from the left side of shoulder by opening the zip little of her nighty to the ear and kissed her lips biting one by one.Then I moved my hands to her legs and lifted her nighty slowly and moved it up through the milky thighs till the panty was visible.Then removed.