It was the most erotic thing Tiffany had ever seen and the feeling was heavenly.The hash in her bloodstream seemed to magnify her pleasure and she gav... herself up to it. And it was that very loss of control that sent Tiffany spinning toward orgasm: putting herself in the hands of these complete strangers seemed to give her the freedom to experience pleasure that she had never known in any relationship. Her world then was nothing more than the sensation of those lips, that tongue at the center. Y…you are?” I recognized her from a couple of required liberal arts classes, always admired her, never talked to her. “Samantha Dickens.” She held out her hand and I stood up to shake. My breathing was rapid and shallow. I fought for control. Samantha didn’t seem to notice, much to my relief. I stood there looking at her. She sat at my table, on the bench seat running along the wall. “Sit down, Jerry,” she told me. Unable to trust myself to speak, I obeyed. Samantha, tall and slender, with her. Tammy is in her early 40's and is very beautiful, my friends often tell me how lucky I am to have such a hot wife. Tammy is 5'5" and 125 pounds with shoulder length naturally curly brown hair, dark brown piercing eyes and 34D's with nipples the size of mini marshmallows, she has a flat tummy and a gorgeous ass. One day last spring Tammy told me that she had been ask to prom by a student, I ask by who and why, she told me that he was new to our school and was older and didn't have a girl friend. " I said; "Mom, you promised me..." She started to realise she did promise me. I said, "Mom, if you really need to go..." But she said; "No, I'll hold it in. I'll keep my promise to you." I continued kissing her belly and lay on her tits and licked her nipples. I heard my mom moaning in pain from her bellyache and the agony of holding in her urine. I then put my ear to her belly and listened; her belly was moaning and groaning loudly. Mom was getting more uncomfortable by the pain of holding in.