I decided not to tell him that I was on my way over to his place cuz I just couldn't resist him any longer. The closer I got to his place the more my ...ussy ached and the more wet it got. I couldn't control my excitement. I heard him over the phone moaning and stroking his cock! He kept saying my name and wishing I was there to fuck his pink asshole.I got to his place and I slowly climbed the stairs to his apartment just listening to his sounds. I paused outside his window and felt the wetness. ” “You never could drink, mom. You know what I mean, it’s not like you get d***k, but don’t get upset, but sometimes you do and say things, well truthfully, are embarrassing. So where did you sl**p, in her guest room?” Now I knew that the answer was obvious. “Honey, I was a little confused. I mean, you are right, I shouldn’t drink. Okay, I think, uhm, I’m pretty sure that I slept in her bed. Well, uhm, maybe I shared her bed with her. I mean that she wanted to be sure that I didn’t hurt myself. You'd been planning your wedding for what seemed to be hours. To you it was a tedious process which seemed to involve endless lists, names, numbers and expenses."This venue can seat around seventy... I know that it might not be enough, but if we put aside the numbers of children then we'll spare up a few seats. What do you think Mark? I mean, we can narrow it down more in the guest list." Emily looked at you curiously, hoping for your input."Yeah, sure thing..." You replied. It was the same. "We got off the bed and undressed. Mom managed to do it gracefully and provocatively at the same time. How she did that with a negligee that was skin tight is a secret I'm sure I'll never know. I can't even get a tight tee shirt off without getting my arms and head stuck.We got back on the bed. Mom was on her back and I started exploring her with my lips and tongue. I got down to her breasts and took a nipple in my mouth. She reached up and held me against her, like she had when I was a.