A young Asian girl dressed in a maid's outfit answered the door. It looked more suitable to a bachelor party than to a celebration of Halloween. She t...old me to sit down in the "study" and "Madame" would see me shortly. It didn't look much like a study. It reminded me of my Aunt Bessie's "parlor" back home which was reserved for female chatter and the drinking of tea.I didn't know what to expect and was pleasantly surprised to find that Claire Poindexter looked more like a mature female in her. About the time my thoughts were shifting away from “what a bunch of cuties” to “they’re old enough to be your daughters,” Jenny grabbed my arm and lead me to the table with the proud announcement, “those are my girls. Let’s go over and say hi!”I let the chance to say something like “you’re not old enough to have kids that old” pass and obediently followed my tow. I had no need to start thinking pure thoughts, because I began to think irritated thoughts associated with time resented and spent. Forsome reason I began to take notice of the minutia of the moment. I couldsmell my wife's secretions strongly in the confined space of the car andcould see her trying to catch her breath. I could hear her laboredbreathing and watched as she pulled her left hand from her jeans whereshe had rubbed herself to orgasm. Her left hand. From her story thatwould be her clean hand. I can't tell why that mattered but I was soon tolearn in a very difficult manner."So honey," my Beth said in an almost. Suddenly she sat back and swung her legs out in front of her, spreading her knees apart letting the guy have a good peak up her skirt. Looking into his eyes she motioned for him to get closer. As he put his head forward she lifted her skirt, and let him explore. I couldnt see, but he was under there for a while, and when he came out he was holding Terris G-string in his mouth. His friends were hooting and slapping him on the back as Terri jumped back to her feet. With every twirl, her.