"Well, good. I guess we have a little celebrating to do. Tom, why don't you get that bottle of wine from the fridge and we'll make a toast." His Mothe... changed the subject and moved to get three wine glasses.Tom glanced over and saw a look of anger and resentment flash through his Aunt's eyes as she watched her sister rise from her chair. Tom didn't blame her for being angry with his Mom. He felt angry with her too, and he especially didn't like the way she'd made his Aunt Jane feel by not. His movements were unmistakable now, but I pretended not to hear, to be unaware of his presence. I was enjoying a feeling of power that his fascination was giving me and I boldly slid two fingers between my pussy lips, opening them, eased not just by water, but by my viscous arousal. I gasped as he stifled a moan and feigned deafness. I could sense him slowing down a little, quietly. He was close, but not yet ready to come. As I explored my needy pussy, I pushed two fingers between the slick. It was great having a good local band that we enjoyed dancing and listening to.The night was rocking and everybody, including me, was having a great time. Since I had a day job that I was a slave to I started making my good-byes about ten and Tom asked me if I would mind giving Tina a ride home. She usually sat and sipped coffee while Tom played and then went home with him, but that night she had gotten into the spirit of things and had a pretty good buzz going. It was on my way and I said, "No. C. whereby he could run his Grand Rapids business from the nation's capitol. The polls showed the unknown wife and mother ahead of Hugh Abbot and she only made guest appearances on television, talk radio, and one televised debate which she demonstrated a lot of political savvy for a woman so young.Chris held Elizabeth in his arms off stage where Gabrielle would hold her first of many political speeches. She was a bundle of nerves when she stepped before a group of union people. Most of whom.