" We hit a few more pubs before we agreed to call it a night. We lived furthest away but our single friend said, "there's room at mine if you want to...stay over," so we agreed and took a taxi back to his. My wife carried on teasing him on the way back.We had just stepped in the door, and he was pouring the Jack Daniels. We drank for thirty minutes or so before my friend said, "I'm wiped out, so I'm going to shower and hit the hay." He pointed to our room, then we returned to our drinks. My. One step at a time, Ok?" One step at a time," she answered softly.Sheri gave me a hug, and looked up grinning. "Middle name." What?" The middle name of our third child. You can choose that name." Are you always this rotten?" Absolutely. Completely spoiled. Not my fault. You're going to have to get used to it. Blame Dad if you must."We returned to the hotel late, and retired to the bedroom. No gaming at all for once. We got in bed together, and our kissing and cuddling evolved into a wonderful. I was squeezing and feeling Zack’s cock getting hard in his jeans. When Sean unhooked my bra, I took it off completely, and both young guys could feel my boobs and erect nipples. “Hmm… yes, play with my boobs guys,” I moaned. “Mom, you are amazing,” Sean said. “And Zack what do you think about me?” I asked. “You are so hot, Ma’am,” Zack replied. “Not Ma’am, call me Mom,” I said as I kissed Zack again. “Yes. Mom,” Zack said. I went on my knees, and started undoing Zack’s jeans. I helped Zack. And, this was where we were going to spend the next couple of days. I like that idea. He even told me if I was a good little girl tonight, he’d let me drive it. HAH! He trusts me with a ten-million-dollar airplane but I have to be a ‘good little girl’ to drive the boat. I called bull crap. He’s just making excuses to get a blow job. But I DID want to drive the boat. Decisions, decisions.He showed me down below, and I had to admit, this thing had been taken care of. There were little tiny cracks.