I nuzzle your neck and you turn your head out so I can kiss down from your ear, tasting the sweet warm flesh, breathing in your scent."Hey, there's tw... dames dancing!" one of the zombies at the bar spurts out."Shut up, Tom. Drink your beer, if you ever want another!" Rita scolds and freezes him with a hard eye."What is this place?" you ask, pulling back to look at me with narrow eyes."This was, in its day, one of the greatest blues hangouts ever. Everybody came here, everybody played here after. My guest seemed completely indifferent to her nudity - either in regards to modesty or to using the charms of her body to entice me - she didn’t care. We’d had sex and we’d both enjoyed it; that was the full extent of the matter.It seemed like I was getting quite adept at my ability now; I had stoked her arousal - increased her enjoyment - but I hadn’t created an obsession within her. Which wasn’t to say that she hadn’t been impressed; keeping it casual or not, I was fairly certain she was. "We both wondered what that thudding was." She laughed "Sounds like you really did have fun this morning. So that's why your cock tastes strange... I can still taste her virgin pussy juice on you!" Anne saying that made John's cock pulsate 3 times in her tight grip.Anne smiled up at him and gave his cock one last little tease with her tongue before standing up. John watched as she playfully turned around slowly, lowering her panties and shaking her bum. She kicked off the panties and turned. Just as I was leaving, I noticed a pair of mom’s panties near the door. I quickly grabbed them as I made my escape. In my own room I examined them. Red, lacy, very, very sexy. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply mom’s sweet scent. I looked around my room, wondering where I could hide them. There was no way I was going to return this pair.The next morning, we both had woken up late. Mom didn’t mention anything about last night, and I also knew better to bring it up. Mom just looked tired.