"Christ, Billy you're in my bed with no clothes on!" "Easy, Mom," I said. "Don't you remember, anything about last night?" Mom looked at me strangely,...then blushed a deep crimson. She shook her head. "No... no, this can't be happening!" she gasped. "That was only a..." "Only a what, Mom?" I asked. Mom was still staring at my stiff cock. "Jeeeesus! It wasn't a dream, was it?" "No, Mom," I smiled. I edged closer, but Mom moved away. "Shit, Billy! You really fucked me!" she cried. "Jesus Christ,. He still looked shocked when he glanced awayfrom me and to his father, but he quickly seemed to be regaining hiscomposure. I could faintly hear him through the door between the studioand the control room. The door was slightly ajar as we gave the song onefirst warm-up attempt after lunch. "I was looking for you; thereceptionist said you were in here."Scott stood up from the soundboard and tried to step into the line ofsight between Johnny and me. It didn't fully work. I saw Johnny give. She delicately positioned the head of the dildo between my soaked labia. Her fingers wound my thick dark hair into a rope in her tiny fist. “Don’t come… until I tell you to.” She pushed. The dildo’s head entered my body, meeting delicious resistance. It was bigger than I had previously thought, and it was all I could do to not dissolve around it. She began to thrust, pulling my hair with each push. I could feel the orgasm sneaking up on me. “Don’t come,” I heard her voice echo delicately. ”He was delighted to hear her moan softly while he brushed her long, red locks. Twenty minutes later, he carried her into the bedroom and made love to her again.As they were drifting off to sleep, Grace said, “I know what I want to do for our wedding. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow night after the cocktail party.”Mac smiled in the darkness. His cold feet had completely warmed up, and he couldn’t wait to make Grace his wife. Chapter Seventy-EightIn the morning, Mac headed down early to get the.