It was obvious as I could see it slowly creeping down the insides of her thighs. She stood up to obviously get something to wipe herself with.“I sai... stay there, don’t move”, and I put my drink down and walked over and held her and we kissed again.She gave herself to me completely and the kissing became very passionate as out tongues intertwined and my cock became erect and was squeezed between us as we pressed our bodies together as if we were trying to get inside each other. My cum. A couple of months ago, when Mistress had been asking me about things I wanted to try, I had told her that I wanted her to have me pierced. To pierce her cock to prove that it was owned."A permanent piercing is a big commitment, pet," she had said. There had been a tone of caution in her voice that I took to mean that she thought it was too soon."I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't want to rush things. But whenever you think the time is right, I would love to wear a ring for you."She had looked. Hesitantly I agreed and popped in a racing game and started to play, and after about ten minutes I got hungry and went downstairs to raid his fridge. I reached the bottom of the stairs and went into the kitchen and sure enough his mother was there, only now she was in sweats and a skin tight shirt that hugged her slender body and wrapped around her massive tits. She had told me before that when she was a teen she got drunk one night and got a boob job to go from a C bra to a double D. Looking. Just to the left of the sink, was the small bathroom with a toilet and a bathtub shower in it.Peter held open the door and allowed Angie to go in first, and then followed her in and closed the door."Your decision. Which bed do you want?" he asked."I'll take this one," Angie said, setting her bag down on the bed closest to the door.Peter nodded and set his bag down on the other bed."You hungry?" Starving," Angie said as she opened her bag."One of us should run down to the restaurant and get us.