I thought that was really ironic. See, here’s the thing. Kacey’s sister is pole dance instructor. She’s not a stripper, but a dance instructo...r. When I was in college, a stripper pole was something slutty girls spun around while taking off their clothes and simulating sex in smokey strip clubs while hormy men stuffed dollar bills in their garters. These days, there’s this whole new fad where middle-class white moms book dance parties with their pretty friends and hire instructors (like my. He showed her back to the table, thanked me and moved off. She seemed a little hot under the collar and when I asked her why, she confessed that during the clinches with the guy, she had detected something big and hard pressing into her.She disappeared to the ladies' room for a while and when she came back, her paramour asked her for another dance. They danced another slow one that seemed to last forever and I became erect once more. She again returned to the table then begged off to the. He plunged in hard and then held himself there, catching her out and provoking a gag, before he suddenly started slamming her again as she started choking. She desperately tried to control herself as he brutally throat fucked her but it was only a matter of seconds before she broke, and it was different this time. Not just a gooey mess of saliva, she actually threw up, giving a loud choke and coughing up hard round his pumping cock, her body heaving awfully as she did, the thick mess spewing. “O-Okay.” Ben fumbled with his buttons, suddenly in a hurry to be naked in front of this older woman — surely that would be less humiliating than his poor wardrobe choices and dangling dick!“No rush, Ben,” she said kindly, seeing how flustered he was.He forced himself to calm down and managed to remove his shirt without falling over. Thank fuck I keep my shoes loose, he thought when his Cons came off easily.A moment later, he was nude, self-conscious, but a little excited. Smita stepped closer.