I looked back to Gina, and she had a shrewd look on her face. "You did that, didn't you? When she walked in on us, you made sure she didn't care... Oh...my... You did it to me too!" If it weren't for the fact that she was smiling from ear to ear, I would have been worried. "Oh, don't give me that look. Listen, you didn't make me do anything against my will, and I certainly don't regret it." She pursed her lips, as she thought about something. "You can tell me no, but I have a favor to ask. You're. I handed her the margarita, and she immediately drank half of it down. She sulked for about twenty minutes as she sipped the second half of her drink.“Are you happy now? Can I put my robe on?” She asked me.Just then, a couple in their thirties walked by. I thought the guy’s head was going to come off his neck; it swiveled so fast to leer at my mother. His wife yanked his arm and almost made him trip as she hurried him away. I heard my mother choke on her drink, cough, and laugh.“Oh my god,. She started my tool in mouth by giving wetting it first with all the sides of it using her tongue. I’ve never felt such a good thing like this before.. She gulped it entirely and gave one hell of a blow job. For the record, that was best blow jobs of my life. She deep throated me as I guided her head to have deep movements… after a ferocious sucking of my tool for 15 mins, I tried pushing her back but she held ground and pushed herself completely into my dick and had a shot of cum with not. I wanted to stop, have him turn over, and fuck again. However, it was my turn to give him a pleasant massage. I moved to his lower back, and noticed the more I rubbed, the harder his cock got. “Mmmm looks like a certain part of you is really enjoying my hands.”“Damn those hands feel nice, want me to turn over doll?”“Oh, not yet baby, I’m not done with your backside.”As I used my skillful hands to work on his upper back, shoulders, and neck; I felt him relax and his breathing change. I also.