After chatting some more, Chloe and Paul said they were heading for the hot tub and hope we would either join them or meet with them later. We decided...to meet them later as we wanted to wander around the club and see what was happening on the dance floor. I love to watch women dancing, especially in revealing clothing and there were certainly some of that on the floor tonight. We stood at the edge of the dance area and watched a woman in an extremely tight and very short white dress. Each time. “You can let me fill you.” He moved his hand to her shirt and gently cupped her breast with his hand, then bent his head to capture her lips with his own. Katie moaned at the feel of his hand on her chest through the fabric. She moved her hands to twine them in his hair as she opened her mouth in invitation. He slipped through her parted lips and she purred as their tongues danced together. His hand moved from her breast to her hip where he pulled her closer to him. She gasped at the feel of. For this illusion I need a volunteer to participate. Are there any volunteers?"Several hands shot up in the audience with eager participants. Omar did a good job of pretending to search out the crowd. After a few seconds of scanning those with raised hands, he singled out Teresa."Ah yes we have our helper. Please, the lovely lady here in the front row." Omar directed the spot light to Teresa.Teresa was shocked when the spotlight fell upon her. She then realized what she had agreed to do."I'm. There were just the three of us at home, Mother, sister and I, father had long disappeared. Mother worked in the fashion industry so back in the 1950s/60s/70s when there were still the classical fashions being worn daily, she was always immaculate.As I got older, I started to wear her clothes and then one day, my sister, who was supposed to be out, walked in and caught me dressed in a lovely tight skirt of mothers, tan stockings and black t-bar heels, laid back, wanking myself. I had somehow.