Rita was there at myaid with another frozen margarita to quench my alreadyparched mouth. I was so stoned! That hit me really fast. I lost trackof time... but it seemed that within a few minutes wewere all just standing on the porch laughing about thestupidest things, when an old Ford Bronco came roaringup the long gravel drive and came to sliding stopoutside the house. I didn’t realize how loud the musicwas blaring until all the women on the porch came tocomplete silence and looked at the. Besides we had sex already, you’ve already seen me naked.” She manages to get out in the middle of her sobs.It finally clicks for me what she thought was going on after the Friday night party.I try to explain that we didn’t actually have sex, but it didn’t matter anyway. She was drunk off her ass. I sigh and help her take off her clothes.Now like almost every man, I had a small phase when I was interested in my mother. Well, not really her, but her toys and panties and whatnot. I rarely. He hummed against my erect nipples and I moaned, pushing his head hard against my breasts. He licked figure eights around my boobs, each time getting closer and closer to my nipples again. He added another finger and I squealed in delight as he spread his fingers away from each other, spreading my love hole. He moaned as my pussy pushed against his fingers, making him work to stretch me. The hand stroking his bulge now moved and unzipped his pants, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift. He could just barely make out the man in dark clothes, there in the corner just past his partner."What the fuck?" he blurted, bringing the large butcher knife up. He advanced toward the man in the corner, paying no attention to the fate of his partner. He was well versed in the use of the large knife he carried and had no fear. It did him no good.The man in dark clothing had risen to his feet before the door even opened. The cased sword was in his left hand now. He had attempted to enter the.