“So, more movement.”“Yes, but--” I looked at his puppy-dog pout, his sensitive lips quivering below his black mustache. I pulled him on top of...me, resting his head between my warm breasts, his torso sandwiched between my thighs. “What are you thinking?”He let out a long sigh. “I want to live up to your expectations.”“I don't have any. In a good way.”“I still see you as that unattainable goddess who hangs out with my friend's big sister.”I ran my fingers through his mop of dark hair. “I'm lying. When she finally opens them, both the waiter and I are holding our breath, in anticipation.“This should definitely get me out of this dress tonight, Dale. It’s perfect!” she deadpans. The waiter’s eyes are as wide as saucers, with a “deer in the headlights” look. I am ready to burst, but hold my laughter in. The hunky waiter is lost for words and nervously pours a full glass for Kate and then me. I am surprised that none spills. He puts the wine into the holder, clinking the sides of the holder. I --" Tears filled his eyes; and I began feather kissing his cheeks."Maggie, Maggie," he mumbled. "Don't stop, don't stop. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie."As he continued to chant my name in a dreamy tone, I continued to kiss him, while working my hands between us to unbutton his shirt."Wait." He grabbed my hands. "Tammy... uhm... I need a shower." Okay. I'll help."Several minutes later, while I was rubbing my soapy hands up and down his back, all the way to his butt cheeks, he said, "I don't think. "Bobby stared at me, and said "God Mom, what happened? You look fantastic.' I mounted his face, letting my pussy settle to his mouth, and felt his energetic eating begin. I leaned over and kissed Mattie, our tongues, twisting, as Bobby started me toward release. My fangs came out, and I drank from Mattie, sensing her soaring bliss. In her mind, she became my thrall, just as she was to Damien. I luxuriated in the soaring pleasure as she came even stronger than with Damien, our bodies urging each.