Each time myleft leg went forward the split opened elegantly and swished around me.Sensory heaven, almost overload! I took another glass of prosecco t...ocalm myself. The bodice was fitted and modestly cut over my new boobs,which were by now fully grown if my properly filled my bra was anythingto go by. Innocent days of upsetting Mum by going braless for breakfastwere clearly behind me, assuming I kept this lovely shape for more thanthe day. One of the bra straps had to be detached, I didn't know. This is false, of course, but it took me being a cuckold before I realized that maybe being white didn't really place me in the privileged position I'd thought I was part of!The first time I ever witnessed my wife fucking another man, another black man, I should say, for the sake of clarification, that was when I understood, at gut-level, that I was by no means 'superior' to a black man, either socially, or sexually!In my minds eye, even now, I can clearly see Duane, the first of many other. She giggled when I pointed it out and said that she felt naughty." Okay," I laughed and stood up to take my own panties off, but she stopped me,"No Cathy." she looked very seriously at me, "Pretend I'm a customer and you're giving me a private lap dance." You're a girl" I giggled, she nodded, "Yes, I'm a girl who likes girls, remember?"Derek already knew that I'd been a lap dancer for a while, but his eyes lit up as I described how I drew the curtains and climbed onto the table, I hadn't. I was feeling a stirring between mine. But then even with my wittiest fingers I couldn't get her juices flowing again. I was proud how quickly I recognized that fact, removing my hand slowly, with great regrets."I'm sorry," she said. "I do want you. And feel free. But I am thinking of bed. It's been a long day for me. Not to mention. It's been a long and deeply satisfying day for me." That sounds fine," I whispered, giving her shuttering eyelids butterfly kisses. We did that until we were both.