Like a deer in headlights I'm almost drooling over this body before me. I mean this guy had pecs that were dark and huge and a six pack that went all ...he way down onto his pants. A couple of tats too, like a real dog. As I'm tryin to figure out why I'm starin he starts to rub his dick thru the pants. I'm noticing that I'm rubbin mine now too. He has found a channel where this black guy is suckin a bruthas big dick. Once again some strange shit for me but I'm handling it. So after looking at me. “You will not find comfort here. You will only find comfort on the dance floor,” replied the woman, ignoring L. D.’s threatening tone. She raised the hand holding the can so that L. D. could see the label. Ignoring the large block letters spelling out the word MACE, L. D. advanced, planting her taller frame directly in front of the bedraggled stranger. “I will find comfort whenever, wherever and with whomever I choose,” she hissed, “Now, get out of here before I—“ she raised her hand but was. Her legs were crossed, and periodically she'd dangle her high heel off her foot and rub down her leg as she spoke providing an ultimate tease. She knew I was looking... and liking. It was almost time for dinner, and as I was describing the main course she put her hand on my upper thigh causing me to stop. "Let's just skip to the dessert," she said softly. She looked directly into my eyes, piercing me with her bright blues, as she bit her bottom lip. She moved her hand up my thigh onto my. My mom was only in bra panty and this view made my manhood grow hard. Our landlord made another round of drink and they all had it together. My both professors were exploring my mom’s body when our landlord played music and asked my mom to dance who was now completely out of senses. The song was ‘ kanta lagga mom started dancing as they all removed their clothes. Mom was dancing so well that she can even give Madhuri dixit a run for her money and they all started dancing with my mom pouring.