Yup, she was drunk, but not out.Damn!I quickly came to her side and said. “It’s time to goto bed. Let me help you.” I could see she ...as trying tofocus on who was talking to her. Suddenly she said with a crooked smile, “Ok Hon, let’sgo to bed.” Hon? Did she think I was Dad? Cool! More ideas floodedto my brain. All of them had to be forgotten becausedad would be home within the hour. So I put my arms outfor mom and she lunged forward, lost her balance andfell. I see Kate's throat work hard, she makes a shocked sound, her eyes are blazing pools of lust, and a little dribble of cum runs down her chin. She's swallowing him as he shoots! He's roaring and moaning, and I see his cock pulse, big, hard throbbing spasms filling Kate's mouth up so that after a couple more she has to let go with her lips. A wave of cum runs down her chin and onto her tits, and getting even closer, screwing my fist way up inside her, while I blink to clear me vision, and I see. He had read an e-mail I sent asking a personal question on a topic so deep I can’t even mention in this story. ‘I read your e-mail. Why did you ask me that, Camille?’ His breathing seemed get louder and deeper – not in a sexual way, but as if he was getting upset. ‘Well Michael, I just thought I’d ask because the last time we talked I…,’ he interrupted me yelling into the phone. ‘Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up!’ He started to cry, which had its domino effect on me as I, too began to cry. He. After an evening of dancing, Emma and John go home and Scarlet, Emma'sMuse, dictates the action.8"I didn't overdo it did I?" I asked John when we arrived home and I madeour coffee, "I became so lost in the music and dancing and thecompetition between Peter and myself that I totally forgot about how highthe skirt was lifting or what I was exposing."John chuckled lightly, "In the context of what was going on and thegeneral atmosphere of The Cantina, no. It was to some extent erotic,your skirt.