Mary Ellen asked me if she could have a sip of my beer. I said sure and gave her the bottle, which she took a big drink from then said,"Couldn't I hav... my own?" Why not?" I said and opened one for her.We watched TV for a while and every time I got a beer for myself, I just opened one for her, not realizing that she was getting a little drunk. What I did notice that she was sitting very close to me, and whenever she moved I could feel her warm body. I noticed her blouse was opened and I could. Now her knees were at least five inches apart and I was positioned to look directly between them. I could very easily see the black pubic curls peeking out on either side of the edge of her panties. I so wanted to rush over there and plant my face between her legs to lick and suck her sweet cunt. I was about to go to my room to jack off when Mom announced that she needed to go to the bathroom and to please get her another wine while she was gone. My heart leapt in my chest, maybe this was going. ‘This is a close friend of mine, Julie. Julie this is my ex Angela,’ I introduced them to each other as though this was an every day occurrence. Angela glanced at my cock again. ‘A very close friend, I see!’ she said. I shrugged. ‘What’s good for the goose. . .’ I had Angela over a barrel, she could hardly criticise me for doing what she had been caught doing. She acknowledged this and said: ‘Can we talk? In private?’ Julie smoothed her skirt, tossed her hair into that tousled look and smiled. I moved her so her face was next to that cock and encouraged her to pleasure it. She needed little persuading.She skimmed the cum from the tip with a tongue flick and worked her way down his phallus licking and squeezing with her lips till she reached his sac and then slowly back up to the top. I murmured soft encouragements. She turned to me with cheeks flushed and blue grey eyes half open before turning back to begin a slow fellatio that brought gasps from Martin as she took in more and more.