Finally 11:00 came, and I knew mom would be home soon. At least I figured, although being drunk never played a part in her schedule before. But I was ...ight. I made it to the top of the stairs just as the door opened. "Janet, let's get you over to the couch". It was Karen, basically carrying mom in the door, although I don't know how she could. She was staggering herself. By the time mom got on the couch, she was out cold. She didn't even have a chance. I kind of stuck around the top of the. Then she slid her hand down my topless body, slipped her thumbs into my thong and pulled it down my legs. To get the thong off my legs she had to crouch down, and after I had stepped out of my thong, she was at the perfect position to return the pleasure I had given her earlier. At first she licked tentatively but, the more I moaned the more confident she became, and soon she was using her tongue like an expert as she thrust it in and out, and swirled it inside my body. It wasn’t too long. Mike could see Amy’s nipples poking through her top and Jill looked like she’d suck his cock if he let it out of his pants. “You should start to feel it now, the key at this step is to find the fire within yourself and focus your attention on that.”Mike took his phone out of his pocket, “Do you girls mind if I take some photos for the paper?”Neither of the girls was in a state to respond but Amy heard herself say, “Of course, go ahead.” Mike took several shots of the two coeds. He noticed Jill. ‘What?’ ‘This party–if I read Cassandra’s Facebook post right–its theme is a Gothic, post-French-Revolution-costume party, celebrating Bastille Day, yes? Okay, that being the case, what do these Mexican Day of the Dead sugar skulls have to do with that?’ I looked down at the tray of cookies. ‘The petit fours you made I get, but the …’ ‘Mark Thomas, go put the cookies in the car.’ Turning away, I hid my smile and headed out to my Monte Carlo. Popping open the trunk one handed, I placed the.