My back arched from my own touch. Heat was building in my body and in the bed from the lights. The vibe I keep in my bag is small, just a little bulle... vibe, maybe 4 or 5 inches long. With the vibe still not on I rubbed it just on the outside of my pussy lips. It was cold, but I liked that feeling. Hard and cold. Mmmmmm. I reached and barely turned it on with my left hand, while holding it with my right. After it was on, my left hand returned to feeling my soft skin and taking turns from one. Nor was she as sexually hypnotized as they both thought. She knew whose cock was making her cum. Or more precisely, she knew whose cock was no longer inside her cumming cunt. Her eyes opened and she looked up at Anthony first. Vic was standing next to her with his hand holding her face. “I’m not stupid, you know!” she told Vic. “I knew what you were doing all the while you were doing it, you bastard! You were getting me all revved up for him own son. You wanted him fucking me, you . . .. You're so beautiful, who can blame him?" He kisses her. “I like you, Becky... a lot." She says, "I've liked you for so long, Tyler.”She kisses him softly, thinking, 'Becky. He gave me a nickname already.'The drinks arrive with the shrimp cocktail. He never lets go of her hand. She smiles at him thinking she is so lucky. They talk about school, classes, family, and have a few laughs. A totally perfect dinner. They enjoy dinner and decide to look at the dessert menu.He asks, “What do you want for. Bye, Mom.’ I looked up to see Darrel walking towards me with a paper bag and two plastic bottles in his hand. I still couldn’t get over how one little thing could mess everything up. All week we were both excited about this trip. It was all we could talk about. And because I talked to Jonathan, everything had changed. ‘I got you some water.’ He lowered into the chair next to me. ‘Thanks,’ I whispered, taking the bottle when he offered it. ‘Are you hungry?’ He opened the bag when I shook my.