She no longer thought of or even cared how she looked as she only focused on the sexual needs she felt. Each time her fingers slid deep, her palm pres...ed on her hood and increasingly pronounced clit. She felt waves of electricity resonate from her slippery pussy and sensitive clit all the way to the tips of her hard nipples; a journey that made her less and less aware of all those eyes mesmerized by her openly sexual actions. Her mind melted and as the focus intensified on her needs. Deeper!. Then lips moved running along the crack of her magnificent butt. He licked her puckered anus over and over, probing and sucking the little hole, biting the smooth skin of the asscheeks, pushing his nose as far up her anal ring as to smell her inner juices.“Ohhhhhh. . .maderchod(motherfucker)….what are you doing? Leave my ass, lover” she whispered. “You dirty boy. . . you dirty bastard! I am not into assfucking. If you want to fuck ass, fuck your mom, she has nice ass too and a bastard like you. Got it, and her husband did, too.Lu reached across the kitchen table, where this was taking place, and put her hand on my left arm. "You do just fine, kiddo." The fact that she was willing to even touch my left arm – which didn't work real good, and was much smaller and shorter than my right arm, cause I didn't exercise the muscles there – meant a lot to me.I looked down at where she touched me. My voice was thick, like I was almost crying, but I wasn't, and I said, "Thanks, Lu. You're my best. Henry stepped out after, looking dashing in an Armani suit. She straightened the bottom of her Oscar de la Renta wrap around dress, and smoothed her Les Best coat. Her Jimmy Choo heels clicked their way up the carpeted path and into the hotel.They met the other families at the coat rack, where cashmere, suede, mink, and other various fur coats were traded in for little blue tickets with numbers. Emma tucked the ticket into her bag, and smoothed her dress, examining herself in the smooth marble.