. you smell divine, darling -- a libation to the gods." I was practically shivering with desire and my need for release, but the college student in me...had to ask: "Um... isn't a libation a drink, Mom?" My mother looked at me with twinkling eyes. "Yes," she murmured. "Yes, it is." And she drew my cunt down to her waiting mouth, penetrating me with a sharp thrust of the tongue. A strangled cry broke from my throat as my mother feasted on me, her mouth making wet sounds as she greedily drank deep. I’d pushed the thought to the back of my mind, but Francis’ text reminded me that Sue last night had shared with him our little secret, of the game we played, of me liking to watch her dancing with other guys. Of course, Francis knew this. He was out dancing with my wife, and this was the reason I’d encouraged Sue to accompany him. But I’d managed to blot this embarrassing thought out of my brain, and Francis’ text just rammed this embarrassing fact right into my face where I couldn’t avoid. She was going to make me look even more like Cupid and less like a man.Rather than risk angering her by hesitating or objecting, I lifted thegolden adornment and placed it over my own hair, which she allowed meto keep short for my boring office job. I snugged it into place andstole a peek at myself in the mirror. I looked like a complete sissy."How sweet, Cupid. Now flit to the kitchen and make sure there's abottle of good wine chilled. I hope you didn't buy the cheap stuffthis time. . “And orientations, too. Another biggie,” Ayumi agreed with a wink and kiss for him.“Definitely a biggie, of course. We need to know what the fuck we’re doing here, to the extent that we don’t already know, of course,” Dan concurred.“No doubt of that,” Farah chimed in now, a big smile on her face as she contemplated her options, especially with her male conks.“Want to get it right for sure,” Byron threw in his thoughts.“I wonder why my orientation will be like,” Uncle Bob asked, “I can only.