We chatted about typical small talk. I could feel my precum wetting my boxer shorts already as I watched the two of them exchange interested glances. ...om’s hand was under that table and I expected he was touching her leg or something similar. After some time, I paid the bill and suggested we adjourn. They both were polite and cordial to me, but their mutual heat was evident.I suggested that I drive us back to our house and insisted that they sit together in the back as I drove. Looking in the. ”“Madonna? really?”“I’ll tell you what. Get your stuff and I’ll meet you in the hall by the front door in five minutes. I think we shouldn’t let people see us leaving together, you know. I’ll drive.”Sally, lost in the glow of stardom agreed. As she started to leave the bathroom, Judy stopped her. “Oh, I should tell you this, They’re really serious about the costume thing you know. You have to be dressed for it. You can’t wear your street clothes. You’ll spoil the illusion.”Sally paused. She. I walk through the door and begin looking for him, there is a large crowd and I suddenly feel too many eyes on me. A waitress notices me, he has told her to keep an eye out for me as he in a back corner booth. She takes me by the arm and leads me to where he is, the cat calls and comments have me very nervous. As we come to his table, I notice a glass of wine waiting, he knew I would need something to calm my nerves. His hand reaches up to take mine and I slide in beside him. After pulling me. It was round and firm and smooth and sweet to the taste. I rotated it round and round to mesmerize him ("Come here, baby. Mommy wants to give you some pussy."). His cock became his sole guide as he followed the natural urge to enter a woman's wet cunt and tight asshole. My son was a dirty dirty boy and I loved him for it so much that I always dripped for him. I plopped on the sofa and showed him my wetness. He sat then kneeled before me and stared at my fat cunt as I gladly played with myself..