"Hi, Mandy," Tom said as he dropped his jacket on the chair closest to the door and then the battle of wills began between he and his former boss. Man...y sat there looking as sexy and erotic as Tom had ever seen her. He noticed that her hair was nicely cut, her makeup was perfect and the bra and blouse Mandy had on fit her figure perfectly as well. Tom wanted to walk over, take Mandy into his arms and begin caressing and undressing her so they could get it on. But he stood there waiting to see. "Are you a puta now?" Imelda snarled, reaching out to slap her daughter. "A dirty little puta who spreads her legs for boys?" HEY!" Chuck grabbed the waving arm. "You do NOT beat my girlfriend like that -- I don't care if you ARE her mother!" Your girlfriend!" Imelda spat. "Your whore, you mean!" She lunged forward through the window, waving her finger under her frightened daughter's nose, "You're a whore!" She turned to face Chuck and waved her finger, ranting, "And you..."SMACK!Imelda reeled. I put a hand on her back and the other on her knee . She turned her head and whispered in my ear, “I just wanted you to get close enough to touch me.” Then I moved my hand up and down her parted thigh. I made several trips along her thigh alternating from very gentle to firm. Each pass I made my closer and closer until I reached her pussy. She was still moist from our earlier activities. I Pretended to see what was going on outside and let my middle fingertip slightly penetrate her pussy and. Dork had gotten so drunk he couldn't hardly walk and Maggie asked me if I'd help her get him home. I told her I would help her. We left everyone else there and walked Dork, or carried him, back to his house. As he was so drunk, he didn't know where he was or who he was. Getting him into his bedroom, he fell onto their bed. Maggie asked me to help her get him stripped down and into bed. We took his clothes off and kind of got him covered up as he was so drunk he was out of it. We were pretty.