.. and she was loving it! Oh... oh shit, Granny Albert had been right after all! Once the supernatural wild bastard claimed them, he claimed them fore...er... !Oh... oh, dear God! Jean maddeningly reasoned. What would it taste like... her magnificent animal-lover's cum? Less than human? She wasn't much of a judge, having tasted hot sperm only once--and then it had been her own husband's! Would it be gamey? Sweet, perhaps? Even tangy... and as hot and pungent as Mark's? Ooohhh... it didn't matter!. I was really feeling the effects of the drinks, the pill and the dancing so when Wes put his hands on either side of my head and turn my face to his I was expecting to receive his tongue between my lips. Instead he blew a steady stream of smoke at me. When he did this the guys were all saying “suck it in, don’t waste it”. I did, but I choked at first. After a moment he did it again and this time I inhaled it better. When I blew the smoke out I laughed and said, “I thought he was going to kiss. I know, I know - it’s not like I was into what I was watching, but I’d been so worked up when I was interrupted ... and people fucking are people fucking, even if it is your tramp of a mother and the rando that she brought home to do her in the ass.(Yeah, he did her in the ass. Gross. I was so disgusted by it, I almost couldn’t cum while watching.)Finally, I saw my opportunity to sneak out of there - Mom wanted to be done doggy-style (double-ew) and soon her face was pressed up against the. I wore a pair of dress pants, a long sleeve shirt, and a jacket. I left off the tie. We were meeting at a restaurant downtown. Once I was ready, I drove down there and parked nearby. I got to the restaurant about 20 minutes early so I went to the bar. I was just finishing my first beer when Craig and Jasmine came in. They waved and I was pleased at the restraint that Jasmine had shown in her choice of dress. She was wearing nice jeans, nice blouse, and a light jacket. She had done her makeup.