I was biting my bottom lip trying to make myself more excited, if that was possible. I slipped my hand under his belly and over his balls. They were e...ormous and I started to shake. “Oh shit” I thought “what if he doesn’t respond”. In a panic I looked down and moaned. His cock was beginning to show.I squatted down and started to handle his cock. It was growing longer as I stroked along the length. I guess he was about 12” by this time and he seemed to get restless. “There, there my darling” I. I sat down on the bed with my legs hanging over the side wondering who was going to go for me first. Ricky sat on the bench seat with a smile on his face. Mark lit a joint and handed it to me . I took the flask out of my purse and took a long swig of vodka and handed the flask to Ricky. The combination relaxed me. I slid back on the bed and my short skirt rose right up to my pussy. With that Mark came over, laid down next to me and deep kissed me. His hand went up my legs and spread them apart.. But the best finding - besides the shoe box under the bed - was a the manuscript of an erotic novel, signed by Riley herself. It was the tale of a young woman, captured and used against her will, who, after she had finally been able to escape, tracked down every last one of her kidnappers, seduced them, and killed them while they were shooting their last loads inside her. It wasn't a bad story, and Riley surely knew how to write. The day before Riley was supposed to come back home, I got to. I sat down on the bed, and I again looked at the bouquet that my son gave me this morning. I thought for a minute, and then decided to forget the work, and enjoy this beautiful day. I picked out a nice red dress, which was a little short, but still I decided to wear it. After getting dressed and putting on a little make-up, I went to my son in the living room. He was still playing video games. “Are you going to a party?” he asked, surprised to see me dressed a little hot and glamorous. “No, I.