Christmas we'd inherited from the Cooperman's and so I found myself sitting across the dinner table from my girl in mom's condo on the twenty-fifth.Pa...ty gave me a beautiful cashmere sweater as a gift; she got a simple native wood carving from me. We were both trying to control ourselves in front of my mom.It was weird, watching her sitting across from me, this monster of pettiness, of conspicuous consumption, because in so many ways she was hard not to like.She'd turned into a beautiful woman.. Though she seemed to be having difficulty getting it to cover her boobs and they remained mostly exposed.“No fucking way,” Bert refused, without lifting his cap to make eye contact with her. “I’m not going up there with fucking Lord Gay-Prance up there shaking his junk around. Maybe when he clears the stage, I’ll show you girls how it’s done!”Karen pouted.The girls’ cheers at Jeff’s antics quickly turned to laughter. It became one of those things that was hilarious to drunk people, but would’ve. As Leigh sucked on me, I began licking a little harder and faster on Lacey, and she began humping at my face, her butt cheeks flexing, so I grabbed her cheeks, kneading on them as I thrust my tongue inside her.She gasped, "Oh my God, Leigh, his tongue is up in me!" It didn't take long for Lacey to ride my mouth into an orgasm. I could feel her vagina spasming against my tongue, squeezing it, and I lapped her secretions up greedily. Lacey climbed off my face."Leigh," she urged, "Try it out.. I looked up from my book to see this dish stop and search about for a seat. A quick gIance and I guessed she was almost as tall as me without heels. She took a seat next to me, crossed her tempting legs and fussed in her handbag for something or other. I had my first whiff of an intoxicating perfume. The little head between my legs began to stir again even as I did my best to concentrate on my book. A waste of time. All I could do was think about who who sat beside me.Just as I debated whether.