My tongue traces his soft lips, venturing in slowly to touch with his. So far he’s allowed me to control the pace, but in an instant his grip tighte...s as he pulls my head back revealing the soft skin of my neck to him. With his hand he slowly pushes the strap to my dress off my shoulder. His tongue runs the length of my neck before his lips and teeth clamp down on me with shocking intensity on my shoulder, sending a current of heat and pain through me. His hold on me tightens as he sucks and. My stomach started to ripple which was swiftly followed by my slit. I couldn’t breathe my body went rigid as my pussy gripped the cock trying to peel the rubber from it. I couldn’t even scream a moaning whimper was the best I could manage. My finger on my clit had a mind of its own though. I couldn’t stop it as it continued to pinch, roll, and stroke my poor clit. What I had thought were waves of my orgasm were not. Each wave became a powerful climax all its own. Distantly I heard Lora ohhing. ‘Jesus Christ! What kind of friend screws his buddy’s mom?’ ‘Look, just listen to what I have to say,’ Matt said. ‘Give me that much.’ ‘Aw fuck!’ Rick snapped. He turned and stomped back to the living room. Dianna wasn’t sure what to do. She looked at Matt, who was near tears. ‘Go in there,’ she said, ‘go talk to him.’ Not sure how it would turn out, Matt walked into the living room. ‘Look, Rick,’ he said, ‘Mary…your mother and I aren’t trying to hurt you.’ ‘Yeah…’ Rick said and glared at him.. At least if he can't make me feel sexy my dress certainly will. I heard the blast of the horn from the impatient taxi driver and after a disapproving shake of my boyfriend’s head we headed on the short, silent journey to the restaurant. Once there the helpful waiter showed us to our table. As I strode confidently by his side, high heels clicking rhythmically on the tiled floor I could already sense the admiring glances from the men in the room. I smiled as a warm feeling settled through me and.