Adriana’s mom, Carol, insisted that we stay for dinner, she’d made a pork roast planning on feeding us, so we stayed. We told them about our trip;...well, probably not all of it, we might have left out a few details. But we did tell them about running into Adriana’s old friends and that we wanted to spend Sunday night with them, just not exactly why. I think they were pretty naïve about their daughter’s college sexual history, just like I had been.Up until dinner, the kids were climbing all over. She did not move as my thighs touched hers. I could smell her sweet perfume and sweat. I kept my hand on her thigh, knowing her husband not noticing and squeezed her thigh. She stared at me but did not take my hand off her. I kept on playing.Her husband was by now totally drunk and was almost falling. I tried talking to him, but his speech was slurry. I was sure he did not understand anything. He was drunk but wanted to play. I decided to play until he dozed off. I was now brushing my elbow on. ”“Yes, ma’am,” he said, grinning.She teased his semi-hard cock with her fingers until it stood at attention for her. “There. That’s better.”She bent down and took both of his balls into her mouth at the same time, and she sucked them while she stroked his dick.“Holy fuck, Grace!”Christ almighty, no woman had ever sucked his nuts before. It felt fantastic! And the grip she had on his manhood was nothing short of erotic. She kept sucking and stroking while he moaned with pleasure. He thought it. Ali and Amy turned at the sound.“I hope that you don’t mind, but I ordered us lunch while waiting for you,” I told them.The two looked at each other before Amy spoke, “No, that’s fine, but remember that we’re buying you lunch today.”I laughed and nodded agreement, then told them what to expect, “My dear friend, Sophia agreed with me that a beautiful day like today deserved a picnic. I took the liberty of requesting a Tuscan sangria be made for us. It’s light and fruity, but most important, it.