Women instinctively know when another is being serviced, even sitting on a bar stool, we never miss a trick and I bet myself she wanted some of his to...gue or cock, as she was starting to make it clear of her intentions.Her smile was a mixture of longing and intent, 'Can I get you another', she both indicated to my near empty glass and the bobbing head between my thighs, her fixed smile and attempt, from distance to look over the bar, said it all.I nodded, 'Sure the same again', I said and my. “Do you want the last drop?”“I don’t want to see you waste it.” I licked the drop off and swallowed it with a smile. Vince smiled back. I turned around and sat back down on his towel. He sat back in his chair. After a few minutes, I got up and told him I was going back to my chair and rest a little. I was going to get a sip of water, but I wanted to savor the taste of his cum in my mouth and throat, first. I sat in my chair and took a little nap. When I woke up I saw Vince sitting in his. Many nights I heard mom crying in her room, I tried to comfort her but she refused to listen. Christmas loomed upon us, we knew it would not be the same but we put up the decorations and sent out the usual cards to our friends. We had been invited to a friend’s party, mom tried to stay at home, but I managed to get her interested eventually. When mom came out from her room I gasped, she looked stunning, gone was the dowdy clothes she had taken to wearing, she had a long flowing gown that. Then, after she was done with that, she stepped back and looked at me. I was so self-conscious I was sure I was blushing furiously. She touched my chin and moved my head a little this way and that and then spent the next few minutes dabbing and poking at my with various things. "Blink." I did. "Shake your head." I did. "Well, I think I did a pretty good job - how 'bout you hon?" She made me look into the mirror and what I saw shocked me. I looked good. I looked very good. Staring.