I return the gesture by teasing her tongue with mine. After she catches her breath, I let my curiosity get the best of me. So who was Stellas friend t...his time? Leanne. The answer catches me completely off my guard. Leanne is my oldest niece. I admit shes attractive, not that Id be caught dead telling my niece the thoughts Ive had, but still… W-what? Seriously? Marie looked me dead in the eyes. Admit it. Shes hot. You know she is. Without waiting for my objections, Marie reaches down and starts. She shot me a quick glance, giving me a little sideways smile.I knew that smile well at this point and as I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, slipping it under her dress, she opened her legs a bit further, biting her bottom lip. I warmed up by gently rubbing her clit through her panties. Before long she was wiggling, and gently rolling her hips, rubbing herself against my hand.Once she began whimpering, like she did when she was really turned on, I slipped my hand into her panties. Since. Carol's bald mound peeked out from under the t-shirt. I admired the view. We danced around the living room, holding each other tightly. I could feel her breath shortening as she pushed into my leg. I asked Carol, "Are you up for anything?" She said, "I'm bored and horny." Well, I thought, we couldn't have that. I asked, "Honky tonking?" We live in Nashville and there are lots of honky tonks. We decided to head for Music Row. Music Row is famous for it's bars, recording studios and flashing. Marge suddenly realized she was holding her dress at her waist in front of a gawking crowd. She let it go and the redhead leaned back to allow it to fall straight down.The woman stood and leaned next to Marge's ear, whispering, "You taste delicious," and smacked her lips. Marge blushed, and then jerked her head back when the woman pressed her lips against hers, but the man's chest behind Marge stopped its retreat. The lips were wet, and soft. A tongue pushed against Marge's lips and the dazed.