Oh nonsense many men do ballet. Well they may not wear thetutu and toe shoes but after all boy it is a ladies class. You should begrateful for the dis...count I got for you. Here let me touch up your lipcolor and blush before anyone arrives. I know you think that you don'tneed lip color. But I have decide you do need it! Yes this is a brighterred than we have been using. It really makes a statement doesn't it mom?Yes sort of a "here comes velvet boy's lips" What mums? What do the menthink of the. As we suspected, the dancers were not very attractive. Two girls worked the stage. It looked like they each danced on one leg of the "L" and then moved on at the end of each song-- one off the stage, the other replaced her, and another woman started new behind her. It didn't look like there were any other women there besides my girlfriend. She got a few looks from patrons, as to be expected, which I liked. I couldn't blame them-- my girlfriend is hot. There was one woman sitting between. My cock rubbed up against mom's bare-naked body and I squeeze her bum cheek again.Just then contact was broken between our lips as mom stepped backwards, my hand fell from her bum and from her breast as her nightie slipped back down to cover her naked body.Mom looked at me, trousers around my feet and boxers half way down my legs with a mighty hard cock throbbing with its bell end exposed and covered in pre cum. It wasn't long before I knew what her intentions were as she grabbed the hem of her. The three of us sat on the grass and chatted, passing the wine to and fro. ‘James, you were fucking unbelievable today,’ said Connie. ‘It was a remarkable performance,’ agreed Fran. Connie corrected her. ‘It was hot,’ she said. ‘Hot, hot, hot. One after another, bang, bang, bang, thirty-one happy girls sorted just like that.’ She had touched a sore point. ‘Thirty happy girls,’ I pointed out, ‘and one rape victim.’ ‘But James,’ argued Connie, ‘she’s fine about it. I talked to her afterwards. She.