"Damn you, Eddie, damn you, you bastard!" Cindy screamed. "You can fuck her in the mouth later. Why don't you fuck me first! My ass is aching for your...beautiful young cock!"But niether mother nor son heard the desperate words of the voluptuous spurned blonde, and she was left alone, crouching, watching, her hand dipping down to fondle once again her own openly spread cunt to seek release of her billowing passion. Lily's hot, wet mouth opened wide and sucked deep up inside what it needed so. I moved into my room and picked up the body tight top which i had bought recently. I sneaked into one of my husband’s bermuda trousers leaving a couple of inches of my stomach exposed in between. I returned to the kitchen and resumed my cooking wondering if my son would ever come to me at all. However, it wasn’t a long wait as i could hear the sound of his foot steps approaching the kitchen.Tupai: ‘mom, did you call me?’ Bonny: ‘yes son’ I replied holding my breath. I soon realized that he had. One of the food people donned a chef's hat and stood ready to slice the meat as ordered. Everyone filled their plates and sat at the dining table. "Okay, let's enjoy the food and talk business after we eat." To emphasize her point, Amanda took a big bite of rare beef. She chewed slowly and swallowed. "Damn, but this is good. I could eat rare beef with every meal" she sliced off another bite.Mark was sitting at her right. He asked, "Well if you like red meat so much, why don't you have it with. We got out of the car, Jack again coming around and holding the door for me; with me repeating “thank you Sir”. We took the elevator to Jack’s apartment which was a fairly good size for the area he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked immaculate and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred white or red wine and I replied “whatever pleases you Sir”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of chilled white wine as I started to look around his.