All the things she’d done to the boy who only wanted to love her hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt ashamed, ashamed of how she’d treated ...im. She dropped her makeup brush and wept, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in hands, her body wracked by sobs of misery, hoping it wasn’t too late.“Mom, I’m home,” Mitch called out his usual greeting as he came through the door.“I’m in here, sweetie.” His mother’s voice came from the kitchen, making him pause. Usually when. .without a hint of our relationship. He then suggested that we go to a restaurant in the hotel for dinner. We went to the Simon Restaurant, quite a nice place. We ordered some salads and some light food. Made some light talk, and soon he was explaining to me how much he liked his drinks. He wondered if I was a regular drinker. When I told him that I had just started, he promised to introduce me to some good scotch in the room. It was about 930, and soon enough we were in the room. He headed. She kept encouraging me to keep fucking her. After what seemed to be an hour she began to laugh but not in a funny way like really sexual even sounding like she was crying a little. Her legs got tighter around me and she had both hands on my ass her nails digging in. She started whispering in my ear " fuck me J fuck me I'm gonna cum right now cum with J CUM WITH ME."Then she threw her head back on the bed and let out a long groan. I assumed she was cumming and listening to her and feeling her. That caught my attention and then he put some icing on the cake by saying that this should get pretty steamy pretty quick. Sure enough it wasn’t long before one of the guys had joined the woman in sucking their partners dick. “have you ever done anything like that?” Dave asked“You mean groups sex? No, my wife would never even consider it.”“What about being with another guy?”I hesitated and tried to frame my answer so as not betray my little affair with Paul a year before. “well, you know, as.