She leaned close andsucked on one nipple, closing her eyes and murmuring“Mmmmmmmmmm.”I dared to touch her, my hand sliding to her breast.S...e moved so my palm cupped her and leaned against me,the nipple hardening with arousal.“Can we play?” she asked.“Play?” I asked.“You’re horny, I’m horny, you know, play,” she said.“I don’t know,” I said bashfully. I didn’t want myemotions mixed up any more than they. She barely sat down and some guy was above her asking her if sure wanted to dance. She did not even look up at him. She looked and me took a sip of her drink and said sure and started to the dance floor. He looked at me and said my laid is the one in the yellow skirt over there and she will dance with you if you want. I looked over at her and then thought I need to be on the dance floor so I can watch my wife. I got up and started to head to the yellow dress. She got up and met me half. I’m not internationally known or anything like that but I’m around in the background of a lot of projects and respected. It certainly seemed to her that it’s good for her career to make me happy. I made a decent dinner, not fancy: shrimp and rice with a salad. We made out on the couch afterwards and went to bed together. In this industry that’s an audition, but she wasn’t acting. She fucked me like a girlfriend fucks a boyfriend, it fit her vibe. She definitely did her own thing, which sad to. Then suddenly she looked at me and smiled. I easily found what my mom saw, there was a huge buldge in my jeans and it was growing as never before. Her boobs was swaying as she told him, “ come inside me ahhhhhhhh…………” she looked straight in my eyes when she said this. “Mwahhhh!…Nahhhh!…Ahhh!…Godddd!…” the writhing man on the bed cried. With moms little hand warmly pressuring his balls, his come erupted in a pulsing torrent. He thrust up frantically into my moms leeching cunt, his balls.