Right... fucking... now."Well, I guess the future would wait a bit longer, and I did another visual inspection of the room.I looked at the TV. I looke... at the guys who were no longer awkward, but smiling.I looked at the clock. It was 11:08PM. Just 52 minutes until 1989.Fuck it. I stood, cradling my wife in my arms and headed for the bedroom. The guys looked confused when I walked by them with my wife.I turned at the beginning of the hallway and said, "Come on you sons of bitches, let's. But my dick was pretty dead. I did get some twitches there but I had been really drained. Then she moved her head down and laid it on my stomach. She took the head of my cock in her mouth. She sucked the head in and then slowly pushed it out of her mouth without moving her head. She did this for a few minutes and my dick was almost fully hard again. She lifted her head and started taking more of my cock in her mouth. Without taking it out of her mouth, she moved to where she was kneeling. But he was tired, so tired that he was afraid of a complete collapse. "Thanks, Mom. I'd love that, but I gotta take a nap first. We should do that first thing when I wake up."She hugged him and tenderly kissed the top of his head. As she'd recently grown so fond of doing, she delighted in rubbing her hard nipples in circles around his chest.He again felt the desire to throw caution to the wind and kiss and grope her wildly. But due to his tiredness he could only take so much excitement.She said. This time, he put some on his right index finger and brought it to my lips. I sucked it off his finger as he licked more frosting off my nipples. His finger began to massage my tongue deep as he continued, his sucking becoming more aggressive as his breathing grew heavy.His left hand gravitated down to my jeans and he began to unbutton them. Leaving my tits unattended, Mitch stood up and peeled my jeans off, leaving me laying on the cold bakery counter in just my pink panties. Bringing a tube.