Unless she was in love with this character, and I doubted it, we were good. I know you think I'm a fool. But to some extent that's what love is; 'lust...and foolishness'. I had both in spades. I fleshed out a plan of revenge. Tiffany couldn't be wrong, so it had to be tall and handsome and his buddy the surf dude that had to pay. I couldn't just let this go. A little unfair, I suppose, but they had to pay. Fucking some other guys wife is outside the boundaries of my moral code. Single chicks,. I wonder which you are?’ she asked gently fixing his gaze with her smoldering eyes. She listened carefully for the response, knowing the paradox that she had put this strong and powerful man in. It came from his lips in a forced and reluctant whisper‘A good boy’ almost too soft for her to hear.‘I don’t think Carla heard you’ she replied forcing him into further humiliation by making him repeat himself louder.‘Oh God, please I’m a good boy, please, Oh God please’ he begged.‘Now that’s much. Still, it was weird to see how a few drinks could make my mother so affectionate and frisky. Angie and her man cleared off, I couldn’t see where they went, and shortly after that, mom and her black friend got up to dance. At first, they were dancing fairly normally, clumsily shuffling their feet, bumping hips every once in a while, but then the music slowed down and they settled into each others arms. It was so weird to see her in another man’s arms, him holding her tenderly and gently, but. I grabbed her hips for leverage; I was literally pulling her on and off of my cock. The feeling was incredible; I have never felt anything that compares to the feeling of my dick pumping Marissa’s pussy. Watching my penis sliding in and out of my wonderful lover, her inner lips softly but tightly enveloping my rock-hard shaft; that just added to the pleasure. Marissa, for her part, had reached between her legs and was alternately playing with her clit and my balls as she did her best to time.