"What sort of host are you, anyway? I thought you were the man of the house. Yet there's a girl in your castle in obvious sexual distress."By that poi...t, I was in full recognition of my position. My wife had me out of my boxers, sinking to her knees to suck me even harder. Poor Lori could never quite get over the hump. Poor me, Chloe's mouth would never let me quite cross to the promised land.She backed away and stood up, leaving me gasping like a landed fish. A very wicked smile played across. ’ I pulled up her tee shirt, unclipped the bra and fastened on a delectable boob. My legs were circled around hers, pinning us together. I said to Lisbeth, ‘You said Italian would help my thinking. I am checking that out.’ The wiggling calmed and she kissed me. The little voice in my ear said, ‘Please think. Think chips, not sex. That is for later.’ More kisses and more soft woman on me. This was dangerous, I knew, because she was smart and tough and used to dealing with hard case males. ‘We. I would want any woman I married to look just as much like you as possible." I now began gently stroking the front of her body, just below her tits."You mean like the song: 'I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old Dad'?" Yes, Mom. Exactly like that."Mom sort of giggled. "Well, that's awfully sweet of you, honey. But I know you're just saying that to make me feel good." Aw, Mom, that's not true. In fact, if you weren't my Mom and weren't married, I'd want to marry you."Again Mom. “Whoa”, I said “A little too quick there, Ms. Girlfriend” It was her stop so she just smiled and walked off. That must have been the best day of my life. So back to the party. Turns out, Hunter went kind of crazy and broke the vase that my mom’s mom’s mom (great grandma for short) had with a baseball bat, so he got kicked out. Trust me, by this point, everyone was relieved. Hunter’s such a loser. At about 10:00 PM everyone had cleared out, besides my girlfriend, and we were all.