Her eyes swivelled to his crotch. No sign of an erection now. She wondered when he would need relieving again with a mixed sense of apprehension and e...cited anticipation. Having done it once, surely the second time would be easier now that the initial fears of guilt and embarrassment had been negotiated. The only obstacle that seemed to remain now was the fear of enjoying it - the act of taking her son in hand - so much that she became hooked on it. But she couldn't deny that she was kind of. I was fully nude now. They picked me up and laid me on the mat they had waiting for me.“Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her,” the bitch was singing, clapping as she did so. What an embarrassing idiot, I thought. “And she suck sooo good,” she added. Thanks for the pressure.I felt Hairy’s cock first as he knelt beside my head and brought it close to my face. Yummy, sweet cock. I took it into my mouth with a satisfied moan. People had always told me how great I was at sucking cock. I always believed it.. About a half hour later, she got up to sing, her voice was like an angel's voice. My jaw hit the floor when I heard her sing. When she finished signing, I stood up and gave her a standing ovation! She told me she was having fun and asked if I picked out a second song, I said, "yeah, but it will be in a while. I'm going to order some food." We ordered food, then about an hour later, I came back up and sang a Josh Turner song, her eyes glued to me. I finished the song and she said, "did you sing. My thoughts became audible and without hesitation from my brain I spoke. ‘You’re beautiful.’ She giggled. ‘It may take a lot of work, but occasionally I can pass for a lady. My dress tonight must have really made a lasting impression with you.’ ‘No. I said you’re beautiful. As in present tense, right now, you are just magnificent.’ My eyes searched her up and down. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms with a tight white t-shirt. The black strapless bra she had been wearing with the dress was.