Whatever happens tonight is just happening tonight, never again." "Suppose you enjoy it?" I suggested, rubbing my hands lightly over her hips, feeling...the suspender belt I knew would be there. "Suppose I fuck you so well, and you enjoy it so much, you beg me to fuck you again, and to involve you in a threesome with Emma?" I swear my Mum had a little orgasm when I said that. She was breathing hard, her nipples almost burst through her bra and the silk dress she was wearing, and I could smell her. My fingers working still lower found a very damp piece of silk molded to her delicate pussy. So wet it stuck to the contours of her swollen sex. I worked my fact-finding finger under the material. As it brushed over her blood engorged labia a shudder ran through her body."Ooohh Daddy", she hissed through clenched teeth.A stream of pre-cum shot out of my cock as if it were the real thing. Beyond my control, with a mind of it's own my cock started making short strokes against her freshly. He saw a few obvious things: the statue and a pair of cuffs, but then he started looking through everything else and his heart sunk. Everything was for her, leather harness, a collection of dildos, small, medium, large, and holy shit, he picked it up. How did he get this in here? There’s no way I’m taking this, Marco said to himself, okay, new game plan, he told himself.Just the octopus statue. This was it. This was just for her, some kind tentacled little toy that would satisfy her most secret. "Woo" I yelped!! With the simple release of his hand from my shoulder, I knew it would be okay for me to hang up my coat. He sucked on the joint. He looked me up and down and said "come here." I walked to him, cupped his big dick in my hand and kissed him, hard. I hungrily sucked on his tongue. "Good girl. I like it when you behave…..sometime." He started fingering the tassels on my breast, rubbed my ass and said, "dance for me." Quincy doesn't have a collection of belly dance music I.