"An usher opened the doors to the audience and David led Melanie down the central aisle towards the first row of seats. People applauded them politely...and David had a rare giggle attack."Jeez. This is good practice for when we'll marry," he whispered into Melanie's ear.She smiled widely. "I was thinking the same. Only we'll have far less people around."Here in Hollywood, they were only window dressing. A bigwig from the distribution company did the honors welcoming the audience, but a camera. We were nervous, but the thing that made us feel good was the fact that for them,just like for us, it was a big deal. So we were both about to embark on a new adventure. After a few drinks, we moved to a club where we sat in a private section and drank some more. Finely we decided to dance with each others partners...(I will talk from the M prospective from now on otherwise to long) After 2 songs, i looked over and noticed that the other M had one of his hands under my wife's skirt ( i was. What a mystery I must have been to her. Stoic. Then feeling her up. My fingers found the silk at the junction of her thighs. I had watched her slip into the creamy ivory panties before we left for dinner. Not directly. Through a mirror in the bathroom as I finished my shave. At almost any moment, she would have bared herself for my viewing. Yet sometimes I preferred these voyeuristic moments when I caught her within the mundane, unaware of me, unaware of herself, when I could see her. An aunty I never knew it was my mom, once day we had a fight for a silly thing which is not important know.He told me that my mom is a bitch he told me that he fucks her, I never be lived fought with him more and left the place he called me in the night told me he was sorry and what he said was true I did not be live him he called me in the next morning. And asked me to come to one place I went there he told me the fact and he convinced me too watch if I like as I told I love to watch mom.