Whispering those nasty words to him. Pulling down his pants and then running away. Of course he hadn’t forgotten. And of course neither had she. ...She had in fact revisited that scene, that conversation, almost every time she stepped out of her front door, reveling in the way she had turned the tables on him. And now it seemed that the tables were turning again.“Ye-....yes,” she muttered, still having difficulty breathing. She looked at him. She had to say it—and anyway it was true: “I. It felt likeI came buckets into her hot, wet cunt. "Oh, you're in big trouble now." Shelaughed. She slowly got up while keepingher hand on her pussy to stop the juices from flowing out. She moved untilher pussy was right over my head. "I'm going to make you eat your cum sinceyou didn't have permission." She stated flatly. I had read about this instories and even seen it in movies. It's different when it's really happening.I was apprehensive to say the least. She didn't give me any choice. . Sally didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, tilting her lips toward his, closing her eyes the moment their lips met. He pulled her head to his, pressing their lips together, and kissed her hard. Almost subconsciously, Sally lifted her arms around his neck, holding him as tight as he was holding her.When he opened his mouth and licked her lips, it was the most natural thing in the world to open her mouth back. Soon, their tongues were intertwined, as she moaned into his mouth. Sally was in. The dancing started right after everyone ate. A tall black guy named CJ, who appeared to be a little older than me, began to dance with my mom. From what I saw, he was the only black person at the reception. He knew my cousin’s new wife somehow. My mom ended up dancing with him most of the night while dad and I just sat and watched. They grinded and danced sexually. I can specifically recall what happened when Jeremih’s song “Don’t tell ‘em” began to play. Their hands were all over one another..