"Lets go girls, show it to your men." Then back to "these boots will walk all over you." When she stomped, the other ladies did the same. They were in...a staccato rhythm where her boots echoed off the walls while the girls were doing the same only a fraction of a second later. She moved across the stage like a Spanish dancer, going forward, going backward then forward again. She got enough girls in the crowd to do the same. This was anything but country and western. She signaled for Ernie to. Diaz said yea I got clean towels there just go for it I wasn't weirded out at all I took off my shirt and pants and boxers right in front of her and said ok walked to her bathroom naked took a quick shower and I forgot I didnt have clean boxers with me I called Mrs.Diaz for a towel and says come to my bedroom as I walk in I see laying on her bed with only her underwear and braa I got rock hard we both didnt say anything as I go on the bed and got on top of Mrs.Diaz she whispers call me. John popped in before she returned, apparently because Mum was to pay him for the work. When she returned he rushed out to carry stuff. She plonked herself on an easy chair after visiting the toilet, saying she was bushed & her feet hurt. Within minutes John came out of the kitchen with a basin of warm water & a sponge. "Mrs Jones, what you need is a foot massage". He placed her feet in the warm water & gently massaged her feet. Stockings must have been removed in toilet. I sat on the floor. But her sexuality resembles a nuclear power plant -- powerful even when under control, and terrifying when something causes those cooling rods to overheat.Now, if you're like me, you might feel that there's nothing sexier than a big, beautiful woman who was so pleased with her own robust womanhood that she almost couldn't resist showing it off. God knows that I had been the personal beneficiary of her exhibitionism on more than one occasion in the past half-year. It could be tremendously.