I kept driving harder. With each stroke, uncontrollable amounts of cunt fluid gushed out, smearing my son’s torso with a thick film of mom juice.Wit... that huge emission, all strength and energy of my body seemed to leave me. I slumped like a lifeless rag doll on my son’s strong chest, still sighing and breathing heavily. Joy lovingly engulfed me in his athletic arms and let me recuperate from the tremendous orgasm.It must have been at least ten minutes that I laid upon my son. His throbbing. The girls were all soon engrossed in conversation as the band began to play. Ryan deep in thought, wondered what would soon develop. He quickly downed the tall glass of Long Island Iced Tea. He soon felt a nudge against his knee and he jerked his leg out of the way. Very soon another nudge bumped his knee and just as he was going to pull his leg away, he felt something slide softly up his lower leg outside his jeans. Ryan started to look under the booth table but noticed Stella gazing at him. "Good little bitch" is all shesaid and then kissed me deep and hard. Her tongue was probing inmy mouth and I sucked it deeper into my mouth. She returned thatfavor by sucking my tongue; I though she was going rip it off.She stopped and told me to show her my panties. I stripped myshoes and pants off and was standing there in just that hot pinkthong and a shirt. She spun me around and slapped my ass, whichmade my cock go nuts. She spun me again so that I was facing heragain and kissed me deeper. "I'm fine. Can I give you Greg's cell number?" Thank you Eleanor, I'd appreciate it."I called Grandma McKesson next, wanting Greg's mom to have time to give him a heads up if she were of a mind to. She asked me if I was talking about East coast, West coast or Europe."East coast would work best for me, I think." Okay dear. Hold on." She actually put me on hold for a moment, and then came back on."Gruhn Guitars in Nashville, Tennessee. Its at 400 Broadway."I thanked Grandma, locking the name and.