.. I learned things about her that I would never forget.While I danced, her and her entourage celebrated her birthday with two giant bottles of liquor... Before long, she had that feeling in her. I looked at her while she danced in the club with other people. Slowly but surely, my mind began to wonder. She did look kind of sexy on the dance floor. I had a weakness for girls with a little “bad” in them. I went over there where they were at.“Chad!” she yelled with a big smile on her juicy. I repeated this ministration many times and then, surprising both Mom and myself, lightly smacked her puffy lips."Unnnnghhhhh," Mom's cry changed to a lower, more guttural sound.Stroke up, then down, lift, and smack."Ungghhhh."That was the play for the next couple of minutes. Then, lifting and pausing before diving in to the expected smack, I reoriented my fingers and plunged them directly between her puffy lips, diving through her slippery slit into her hole, and thrust my fingers deep into. Each thump of the musicsent a ripple, a shudder of feeling and sensation through his body, but hecouldn't understand what he was feeling, what it meant. He staggeredpathetically to his feet. Somewhere in the base, lizard-portion of hisbrain, he thought about finding the guy that had punched him, to defendhis honor from the sneak attack, but to no avail. He and the cow who'dkicked him in the crotch were gone.His head swimming. He staggered out of the alcove, ignoring the looks hewas getting.. " Well... there's always a first time for everything, Darling. Don't be frightened... come on, get down between my legs. See how tempting it looks, all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, Baby! Hurry... don't keep Lydia waiting... she needs your hot little tongue there... !" Yeessss... yesss... I know... !" Jean heard herself say, the frantic force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde-head, her long.