‘Don't cum yet! Don't!’Then I heard more noises from her.“MMMM! Ooh...feels so good in my pussy!”Oh my, the way she said it, perfect.“I want...a little slave licking my feet!”Right when she said that I froze. Did she know that I was here? Or did she just want a slave? How should I know?“MMmmm! He came in my stockings!”She was talking about me, or maybe to me? I could not take the chance; it’s my friend’s mom! I stayed quiet. And she just kept getting louder and louder. I clearly heard that her. I looked unbelievably cute. I mean before I’d come to the beauty shop I don’t mean I didn’t look cute, because I did, but now I had bleached hair and a professional manicure and pedicure and, in addition to looking older, I looked better. I was very happy with the results.On the way out, Mom and Babe stood with me as I made an appointment for the next Wednesday. By the time we were in the car, the daze was beginning to wear off. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the mirror app on my phone,. ’ ‘It’s not summer right now,’ Lexa pointed out. ‘She throws parties all year round. She will throw a party at her estate with a 1920’s ‘Great Gatsby’ theme. Guests are encouraged to wear costumes of famous figures of the 1920’s, real or fictional. Costumes aren’t de rigueur though so some folks will just show up in formal wear or business casual/formal.’ ‘Only the very rich can do crazy things like that. Who are you going as?’ ‘I’m going as Dashiell Hammett the detective novelist.’ ‘I don’t. I went back to my original spot. I pulled on the covers until Peggy rolled off the couch and on top of me. She woke up, both titties out. I hopped up and took her spot on the couch. She tried taking my spot on the floor but quickly found out it sucked. She tried pulling me off, and eventuall climbed on top of me and tried to wedge herself between me and the couch. Im used to wifey doing that so it really didnt bother me. Peggy was asleep before me again. Eventually i fell asleep too. After an.