A small growling sound came from deep in his chest every once-in-a-while. “God that feels good Mom! Better than I’ve ever imagined.”“You’ve ...magined this?” I knew he had; that’s what he was doing when I’d walked in on him.“Yeah, lots of times.” He told me boldly. I liked that he was so forthcoming; more comfortable.“Me giving you a hand-job?”“Uh-huh.” I was trying to get him to tell me if he had imagined me doing anything else but he didn’t grab for that ring.I pushed Brian’s legs a little. Gave him a smile as his and ran up over top of my stocking clad leg. His hand slide under my skirt as soon as he hit my soft thighs he let out a sigh and snapped my garter strap. he ran across my panties and his cock was twitching under the towel. "You approve sweetie" I said giving him a wink. OMG who would not he replied and took my hand pulling me to the bed. Our lips met as I tossed off the towel and took hold of his fat hard twitching cock. Kissing running our tongues over each others lips. My hands shook as I looked through my phone.I started texting a few of the buddies I went out with last night. I asked if they remembered me going home with anyone. None of them were helpful. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who couldn't remember much of last night.A wave of depression set in over me, followed quickly by an intense worry. How was I going to get this off?As much as it freaked me out to have this device locked around my most important body part, I decided that patience and calm. ’ * Slouching back in his chair, he admitted defeat. ‘That was the best fried chicken and gravy I’ve ever had.’ ‘You sure you won’t have another piece?’ Raising his hands, palms out he gestured as he told her, ‘No thanks, I’m packed full. If I have another piece I’ll pop.’ Suzanne’s mother laughed, she looked so much like a slightly older version of her daughter, just a little more care worn around the edges. The house was small but neat, with pictures of Suzanne everywhere. Pictures of her at.