Then she put her hand on my mother’s elbow and I cringed. I was about to be unmasked.“And this is my friend, Jennifer Hart,” she said. “Jennif...r is in real estate.”Hart? Where had that come from? I saw my mom dart a look at me, and then she was smiling and shaking hands, being herded off to the bar. It was clear neither she nor Maureen would be buying any drinks that night.The other change they wrought was the dance floor. Kelsey’s had a parquet dance floor, but it was from an earlier. But let me turn on the lights first.Sharon allowed Mrs. Chandragupta to walk through and she turned on the lights in the hallway at the same time. She led Mrs. Chandragupta towards the dining table.Sharon: (being polite)Would you like something to drink?Mrs. Chandragupta sat herself down, by the head of the table. Sharon considered this to be an arrogant act and knew that the only reason why she was behaving like this was because she knew she could get away with it. After all, she owed this. These people are wearing moccasins.”Rugar agreed. He pointed in the direction the others had gone. I told him to wait while I sent Gort back for the others. It didn’t take long. Then we were all off, after picking up Sygor’s weapon, tack, and gear.I took the lead once more, knowing full well that we were walking into trouble. I had my carbine up and ready to use. Rugar and Gort trailed behind me on either flank of the track I was following, keeping an eye out for trouble, armed with their. She bent over the kitchen sink and beckoned me over, which was the only invitation I needed. I whipped off my top and took undid my slacks allowing them to fall to the floor, but still had them round my ankles as I positioned myself behind her. I hovered my cock just over her hot went pussy for a few seconds, loving the feeling of her wetness on the tip of my dick. I then buried myself in her, unable to control a moan as I felt the warmth and tightness of her cunt around my dick. I started to.