I spent the day pacing around the house, what to wear? Lots of make up or subtle? Hair up or down?, oh just relax Trish it'll be fine, have a vodka, c...lm yourself, no don't, don't want to turn up drunk, you know what your like Trish, one won't be enough, Hair down, not too much make up, and my new dress, not revealing too much, but showing my not too shabby body, if I do say so myself, and we were ready to go, we were meeting Scott and Janet in a city centre pub, a few drinks getting to know. As his hand went under my shirt and on my nipples I gasped as he started to play with them. As he took off my shirt he began to kiss his way down to my nipple. Once he was there he started to lick them, than he started to suck on them. I was moaning now, and he stopped to take off his shirt. He than kissed me again, trying to take off my shorts. As my shorts went off they revealed a black pair of boxers. He told me i looked cute in only boxers as he started to kiss me again. I started to take. Small breasts with puffy aerolas that stand out an inch or more. Despite the cool night, her skin is beaded with perspiration, except along her open inner thighs, a glossy smear of vaginal secretions creates a bright shimmer. Honey-blonde hair encircles her head in an angelic halo. Her eyes are pale blue–the color of a tropical lagoon–and they flash with mischief and desire. She cups one breast in her hand and lifts it until she can flutter her tongue over across the nub of her nipple–all. I said I was mad of her and I wanted to make love to her. She got mad at me and asked me to shut my bloody mouth. I asked her what is wrong if a son is willing to have sex with his mom when an outsider comes and fucks her. She was shocked and asked me what I was talking. I told her that I had seen everything that took place between her and my teacher. She started crying and sat in a corner.I asked her to stop crying and tell me why she had done all this. She said she was married at a very young.