I had about 24 messages, but only one caught my immediate attention. I opened it. It said, "Rick, baby Call me when you get up. We HAVE to talk! Oh, d... we have to talk!"Love you,Mom oooxxxOOO"I guessed the little o's and x's were hugs and kisses. But the big O's? Then it dawned on me. They were big O's, Orgasms. Whatever she wanted to talk about was going to be VERY good. I responded back to her:"Mornin Mom,I'm up. Gonna take a shower. Will call when I get out."Love you too,All those x's, o's,. "Sue nervously accepted another drink from the bartender. A warning signal tried to tell her to stop the drinking. She had already had ample proof of what could happen to her in a taunting situation when she had too much booze in her. The last time she had gotten in this condition, she had ended up sucking Dick's cock. Her pussy twinged at the thought of the lustful night that had followed that first encounter with the handsome boy.She took a long mouthful of rum and Coke and pushed the. She licked each of his fingers, from the base of his palm to the tip. When she got to his index finger she sucked it into her mouth, she was sucking that finger like she wanted to suck his penis. She could feel his hard dick throb through his pants, and hoped that he was feeling as wild as she was. She laid that hand down and gave the same treatment to the other. She was feeling a little more in control, but knew that control could be snapped almost instantly. She kissed from one shoulder to. I found my suite case, still unpacked and grabbed the first shirt I could find. I found my sleeping shorts and put them on and then raced to the door. I unlocked it and walked into the living room. The cold air hit me immediately. I had forgotten a bra. Why in the world did I forget my bra. I always wear a bra around people. Shit, and its cold. Its only a matter of time. Shit. You want some grits? He didnt say anything sexual. Nothing at all. Or maybe&hellip, could grits be sexual? Sure. I.