I was first. It was a two ounce shot and it burned its way down my throat to my belly. I felt the alcohol hit my blood stream and my buzz rising. Next...was my hubby. He really set the mood for the tribute. He dangled a lime wedge above my closed mouth. I rolled my head side to side, not in protest but to assess whether this would be enough for my hubby’s buddies. It seemed to be. I held the wedge between my teeth, my mouth slightly open. My arms and legs still held firmly in place at each corner. . are you fucking my mom?" She looked at me, right in the eyes.I was dumbfounded. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer.Then, she shocked me yet again. She started ... laughing."Is this what this is about?" she said. Her beautiful smile had returned. "Do you want to stop visiting me because you're afraid I'll be mad at you for seeing my mom?"She laughed her head off."Oh, God, you're sweet," she said. She gave me a big hug. I still didn't know what was going on. "Stupid, but sweet."How many times. Minutes later he inserted two fingers inside my sloppy cunt. Soon he sent me to another intense climax and I cried almost in tears. I felt my cunt was wrapping his naughty fingers and I wanted his dick inside of me.I asked him teasingly if he wanted to fuck me. Then I looked down and saw his cock was fully hard inside his pants. Matt undressed in just seconds and I felt his fingers been replaced by his hard cock.We both moaned with pleasure. Matt pushed his hips forward and thrust his dick. ”“Here? Are you bonkers! What about the neighbours?”“That’s the beauty of inner city living. We don’t really know anyone here. People come and go. Everyone just smile and waves at each other… and they’re the social neighbours. Look, it’s the safest way to do things while you find your feet. When things take off, then we can get ambitious.”Disha nodded approvingly. “Wow. I think you’re actually right.”“I’ll be in the next room with my cricket bat. You know, just in case I need to come in.