Quentin was on top of her, moving up and down.At first, Kevin thought they were having regular sex. However, as he watched, he realized that his penis...wasn't in her vagina; it was in her rear hole. He stared at the point where their bodies met and could see his penis moving in and out of his mother's ass. He heard her moan again in pleasure. Or, was she in pain. Each time Quentin moved up, his penis almost came out of her ass. Then he would plunge down hard, bringing a grunt from her. At one. Having their questions answered was unnecessary. Just talking at a celebrity is enough. It's the thrill of association they're after, not getting answers. Although if I did talk back to them - regardless of what I said - that'd be even more thrilling. It's stupid that a person they wouldn't have noticed a month ago can now send them into such irrational behavior, but that's how fame affects humans. Other social mammals have similar behaviors too. For most of mammalian evolution, "fame" has. Kay stood in front of me and grasped my rock hard cock but did not move her hand and simply kissed me fully on the lips. Kay’s hand let go of my cock and she told me to sit back down to which I protested, Vernon I promise you will love my next treat so please sit back down which I did.Kay gave me a wicked smile as she knelt on the bed with her open pussy just inches from my face and released her breasts from the top of the body suit, her breasts were just hanging as she slid her hand between. ” It seemed to do the trick. The table got back to toasting and started paying attention to the speeches. Ronnie looked over at me and smiled her approval. Ron caught the smile and gave me a wink. We were back on course. At least it looked that way.The wedding celebration continued. When it was time for the bride and Groom to leave the party, Ron quietly whispered to me, “Meet us at the motel. Wait until the bridal car leaves and then come up to the honeymoon suite.”“Fuck, Ron, this is your.