My wife had left our bedroom door open so when her sister came out in the morning, I could see straight through to the foot of her bed in her room. "M...orning you" she whispered towards me as she went into the bathroom. We had always had a very friendly nature about our relationship, but I could sense a shift since the conversation about her being a topless dancer. A shift that was towards the thoughts that I had been having when pleasuring myself the night before. She left the bathroom and went. In itself, the dress was nothing out of the ordinary, but she'd bought it knowing full well the justice only a woman like her could do to it.It hung by two thin straps from her shoulders, the light blue silk of the bodice concealing yet emphasising her breasts, the cleverly concealed under wiring not only supporting them needlessly, but lifting her orbs, causing the silk to tighten over the seductive little swellings of her nipples.The skirt of the ankle length dress clung seductively to where. ---Sarah CarerraBy AngelJedi(Released: June 14, 2010)Chapter 39 - Relax, It's Just a ConcertThe 25-minute limo ride to the hotel was uneventful. It was also quiet.Josh was staying at home during the trip, leaving only Dad and I to makethe journey to the Hotel Monaco in downtown Salt Lake City. The band wassleeping on the bus again tonight, while they journeyed back to LosAngeles. I felt sad that they didn't get to sleep in a nice hotel roomfor one night, but they seemed to be okay with how. Even as she had her shower the thought of that pleasure ripping up inside her with that burning burst of absolute pleasure that felt like a hot burst of liquid coming after a massive thrust, nearly made her collapse.Seconds passed then slowly the door opened. Marion stepped in. She was wearing an old fashioned dressing gown. Bruce got up, cautioned her to be silent and closed the door. She stood rather awkwardly, he smiled as he disrobed. Marion's mouth opened for his tube was sticking out like.