They highlight your legs and ass especially with those heels,” she tells me as she stands behind me and kisses my neck with her hands on my ass.“I... have wanted you ever since Sunday,” she whispers as she slides my slacks down over my ass as she fondles it with her hands, then slides them down to my ankles. “Love that tiny g-string,” she tells me as she helps me remove both items then puts my heels back on. “Put your hands on the mirror wall and stand with your legs apart,” she tells me as she. Gil had actually come to the club that night to convince himself that what he'd heard about Catharine was really true. He'd heard through hearsay that his former CSI subordinate had returned to her former career as an exotic dancer. Gil simply couldn't envision Catharine up on a performance stage, taking her clothes off until she was totally naked and dancing erotically in front of a crowd of strange men and women. Gil had taken the evening off from his CSI shift to go to the club and sit in. “Big brother,” she screamed out, her thighs clamped about his head.“Cum on his mouth, cupcake,” I moaned, biting my lip.“Oh, you’re so beautiful, sweetie,” Aunt Cheryl groaned.“Thanks, Mommy,” howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small body thrashed. “Big brother! Yes! I love you! Thank you!” She slumped in her seat, gasping for breath, her face flushed.“That was hot,” I groaned. “Cupcake, you were so sexy.”“Uh-huh,” Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussy juices. He cupped Alicia’s. I told her I was driving as fast as I could. If she decided she couldn’t wait though she better call back because if it wasn’t me making her cum I wasn’t against phone sex. She laughed seductively and told me just to hurry up and get home before she hung up the phone. Just as I was thinking about how well this plan was working out she surprised me with one more sex text message. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened up the message. My very shy and conservative wife had just sent me a picture.