He kept the beers coming and after a while I lost track of how much alcohol I'd had. While I don't think his intention was to get me drunk, it certain...y worked in his favor. The physical distance between us grew smaller as I got more comfortable with each drink. Soon I was practically under his arm, appreciating the body heat he generated. By the time everyone started leaving, I realized I was feeling a bit wobbly and probably shouldn't drive myself home. Jack noticed this as well and asked how. For being 45 years old, you would never know it. Matter of fact, she is frequently mistaken for being in her late 20s. Yes, she's a knockout. As does Heather, my mom works out 5 days a week, but instead of hitting the gym, she's swims. She tells me she swims about a mile every day. She rotates her strokes so she never does the same thing twice in a row. I guess she got this from being a swimmer in college. If you want to put a visual on my mom, think of Shania Twain, they could almost be twins.. “You're... You're bathing my faces in your juices and... Lord, have mercy, yes!”I gasped as the mother joined her daughter. Her cunt rippled about my dick. I groaned as the pleasure danced around my shaft. It was incredible. This hot, silky delight that bathed my dick in such heavenly pleasure. My back arched, my tits heaving before me as I buried into her. My pussy clenched.I erupted.My cum fired into the married woman's snatch. As she screamed her pleasure into her daughter's cunt, I filled. Then I handed him the other side.“In addition to data, power can also be transmitted.” I explained.It didn’t quite sink in, as he turned around and plugged it in. As he plugged it in the laptop dinged to signal it had been plugged in.He stiffened as he realized what had happened. I slid the laptop to him across the table, picked up the bottle of jack, and poured him a shot. He was pale, and wobbled to his seat. As he sat I put the glass in his hand and he downed it.I turned the laptop toward.