She didn’t stir at all when I grabbed it so I assume she’s still knocked out.Before I readjusted her bra and blouse and pulled her thong into the ...iddle and her skirt back down to her knees, I marveled at how beautiful my mother really is and was baffled at how stupid of a man my dirtbag father is. I hated him at that moment but the pain subsided quickly as I realized what I needed to do for my mother. She had been such a good wife to my father. Always cooking and cleaning for him even though. Honestly, I was kind of surprised to see how many people received an invite, and how this thing managed to stay under the radar. You'd think that someone would at least spread some kind of rumor post on social media about this. Suspicious, but I didn't mind all too much.As I tried moving around, I found myself bumping into another woman. Caucasian, she had a tall and rather athletic build, arms showing off muscle, yet still had a curvaceous figure that plenty men would have gone mad for. My. I remember he made a point and we laughed and as I turned my face away and felt his finger lightly touch my arm, as a gesture for emphasis. I wouldn't say it was unwelcomed, but it definitely made my senses on high alert. He would say later on, laughing, that he remembers me scooted to the corner of the seat, clutching my handbag and coat to myself and not looking at him. Mimicking me, he put a stiff hand and says 'Hi' in the most weird way, which I think is very inaccurate because I have no. Two can play that game. “Alright then, g’nite hun.” “Good night, talk to you in the morning.” He says and hangs up. I toss the phone into the other room, forgotten. Antonio pulls me towards him and back into the tub. This time I’m facing him, his legs stretched out between mine. His cock jutting out between us, hitting my belly. My breast has yet to leave his hungry mouth. My ass rests in his hands as he kneads it, pulling me as close to him as possible. I arch my back and finally release the.