I dressed and wandered down to the kitchen. I needed coffee!I wasn’t quite ready to meet my parents sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee... I really didn’t want to meet them right now. Still, they surprised me by not saying anything other than “Good morning.” They were both looking at me quite calmly.“Good morning.”“Hungry?” asked Mom.“Uh, not really.”“Not even for Belgian waffles?” she asked brightly.Suddenly I felt my stomach growl silently and my mouth started to water. My Mom. Our kisses certainly were gathering intensity as were others in the crowd. I half-wondered if a huge orgy might erupt! Bolero is powerful music and Murphy… well, she’s more intoxicating than the wine. We left the park and went to our hotel. Passion was on hold for a few minutes because we both had to pee but I had champagne sent up from Room Service. The delivery guy looked young and virile but I gave Murphy a look that told her in no uncertain terms that she was all mine this night. If she was. He was 20 years older than me and very freaky. He was everything I wanted in a man at the time; successful, handsome, great in bed and willing to eat my pussy till the cows come home. Back then, I was really turned on by getting my pussy eaten, it made me feel powerful.It was Friday night and Sean and I just got in from dinner, he usually sleeps at my place every Friday and I sleep at his on Saturday. Routined Friday night, dinner, movie, fuck, bed. So we did the dinner and the movie, I'm. His hand went to her breast and he thumbed her stiff nipple through the flimsy fabrics of her blouse and bra. When he put his face to hers, Katy’s lips parted immediately and her tongue slithered into his mouth. She slued around to face him, pulled him close, front-on-front, their bodies flush now, giving her tongue deeper depth. Dillon sucked her tongue, which was swirling like a lizard in his mouth. He felt her tits firmly against his chest, her arms around him, and her leg looped over his..