It was Friday night and there was a long line to get in. There was no line in a short rope aisle with a small blue plastic sign that was engraved with...a stylized rose. The bouncers at the door smiled at us said “Hello, Deirdre” together and then “Hello” to me. “Hans and Joseph, meet Jessica, the new girl at the magazine,” Deirdre introduced me. “Nice to meet you Jessica,” Hans said in a heavy accent of clipped English. His muscles rippling under his tight black t-shirt. I almost laughed out. This brought back the sexual thoughts again. Then he thought of jerking off himself from the agonising stimulation. But then he realised that if does so, his mother would know. She is still awake, he could feel. At that puzzled moment he could feel something strange. It was the smell of his mothers body. He had never felt like this earlier. This smell was rather enticing. He could not resist the allure of it. Slowly he moved closer to her as he wanted more of it. That strange smell of her body. “OH GOD, OH GOD, OH PLEASE DON’T STOP; OOOOHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!”As her legs convulsed and trapped his head in her sex, he sucked on her swollen pussy lips and then as her orgasm began to decrease, he sucked her clit as hard as he could and she experienced another, more intense orgasm! It was like she was on a roller coaster and she would go up, up, up and then come crashing down through wave after wave of pleasure. At the height of her orgasm, he stuck his two big fat fingers into. There was no question who this was, even before I felt the hardness of his body, this one didn’t handle me with any timidity or uncertainty. Nick pressed into me and forced the egg to slip and move out of the way or jam up into the top of my pussy or into my cervix, which happened several times. Without looking, my eyes were tightly shout, I knew we had an audience of the others and Nick was intent to cum inside me and to make me cum, again. And both happened and in the process told me how much.