Pete blinked. This was something she rarely had done even to him, her husband."What a crazy night," he murmured softly. "The things I'm seeing this ev...ning are just..."He ceased murmuring momentarily because his wife had just grabbed Mark by the hips and pulled him down on top of her, all the while going down on the man's stiffened dick with a frantic, wild wantonness that astonished Pete. He watched her as she sucked Mark's prong with great relish."Must be he's got something I don't have,". “Goddamn it Marcus, fuck me.”“You sure baby girl,” I sucked hard on your clit making you gasp loudly, “no going back,”“FUCK ME damn it.”I stand and slowly let you slid back to your feet.“You sure,” I tease; my fingers are slick with your juices, “why don’t you taste yourself first.”You all but shove my fingers into your mouth and suck greedily. I can’t help but jump when your hand goes down the front of my jeans and you grip me firmly, rolling your thumb over the head. Your free hand unsnaps. For it was then that my wonderful mother and I first became lovers. Well, we actually always loved each other, but in that tremendously joyous season our love ripened into ecstatic sex. In other words, I became the most fulfilled of men--a motherfucker.I arrived home after my freshman year in college on the very day that my sister, just a year younger than I, graduated from high school. The ceremony was in the early evening, and we had a party for Sis and three of her girlfriends at our house. But I'm not the one who downed two bottles of vodka and Gatorade in an hour. I'm guessing you don't drink much?"She blushed. "No. Not much..." Embarrassed, she hung her head. Even when she tried to fit in with the others she stood out like a sore thumb. They all probably thought her an idiot after tonight. "Do you think I'm a little kid, Amos?" she asked concernedly, looking into his eyes again. They were kind eyes, she thought, speckled with gold and grey flecks that danced under the light of.