Bust out the water glasses, homey. I want a fuckin' drink, not a shooter." Oh my God," Janice moaned. "Matt, this is not the local watering hole. This...is a high society party." Then these pricks don't know how to drink," Matt said. "Fire me up, Jeeves. Just the way I asked."He fired them up, taking down two water glasses, filling them with ice, and then concocting an alcohol to coke mixture with a ratio of about fifty-fifty. "Will these meet your requirements, sir?" he asked Matt when he was. Slowly I began to run my hand down the inside of my thigh, until it reached the freshly shaved smooth flesh, and began to stroke my clit. Groaning, I tilted my hips to allow my fingers full access to my dripping cunt. Before too long ‘nipples’ had slid out from under me and onto the floor so he was kneeling between my legs. Again he wasted no time in delving his tongue into the warm moist folds of my pussy, until I could bear it no longer, and unnoticed to me somewhere amidst the fun he. Helen was tired and in pain, so she went immediately to bed when they got home, and Moira prepared everything for next day.After dinner, locking doors and windows, Moira went to bed with her mother. Helen was using flannel pajamas and dressings in her crotch to avoid staining the sheets in case of bleeding, and Moira was careful not to do anything that would cause discomfort to her mother. They hugged and went to sleep in each other's arms.They slept late Monday morning, and Moira went to. I finally moved towards the kitchen as my lovely wife disappeared from my sight . I stopped at the island , she had her back to mai , I remained silent standing there taking her all in when she turned to her right and looked at me in doing so her right braless breast pressed tight against the thin white material, her long hard nipple looked like it was trying to break right thru the shirt . The shirt was only buttoned about half way up , so as the right became taught , the left fell open away.