I am rudely awakened by my host (whose name I stilldon't know) with a hard smack on my ass. "Wake up,bitch! I got some friends here and they need some...ervice from you. Get up and entertain my guests,bitch." I raise me head off the mattress, still groggyfrom my sleep and exhausted from the night'sactivities. I need to go home and get some sleep!"Listen, man, I'm real tired, I need to go home andget some sleep. Maybe we can get together some othertime." He turns around with an angry look on his. Her tits are D cups and I remember doing everything I could to try and time it so I would run into her on the way to or from the shower when I was an adolescent. The guys all thought I had to be one lucky son of a bitch to have a mom just 16 years older than me who didn't look to much older than us. To be honest, we were all about to find out just how lucky I was.We usually got done soaking around 11 so we were surprised when the back door opened at about a quarter ‘til and we saw my mom. They discussed the performance, laughing about some of the funnier parts. It was a nice relaxed evening with two friends sharing a common experience. It meant a lot more to them, than it would to most, since it was one of the first evenings of the kind either of them had ever experienced.Sally paid for the treat over Betsy’s protest. Although neither woman made a big deal out of the difference in their wealth, they both knew that it existed. For Betsy, the fact that Sally spent so much of her. He paused at the top of the stairs, afraid to peek in, because Paul didn't want to be seen. But he knew instinctively, that if he were seen, Lisa and whomever she was with would cease their actions and he would miss out on one of his biggest fantasies. His cock was throbbing painfully in his combats, and he heard Lisa moaning and whimpering, demanding that "Steve" fuck her pussy harder. From what Paul could tell he was obliging her, because the sound of the headboard pounding against the wall.