He jumped into a pair of pajama pants from his suitcase and put them on, tying the drawstring at the waist. He thought about his robe, but it was too ...ot. He would forgo the pajama tops, too.The coldness of the tiled floor on the patio felt good on his bare feet. His manhood was hardening. He was determined to stave off the urgency that nature had visited upon him so soon. He poured himself a glass of champagne and quickly downed it. He poured another and started drinking it more slowly. The. I was entranced as he reached out with a hand gently cupping my cheek and drawing my face up as his lips drew near, finally meeting my own. Several thoughts flickered across my mind, This was wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this, I didn’t want this, but as soon as they appeared they vanished as his tongue flicked across my lips begging entry, which I greedily obliged parting to feel his entice my own in to an intricate dance.He proceeded to push me back onto the bed whilst keeping our lips locked,. Make your mother cum all over Jason!" Mom's frantic thrusting stopped as she convulsed on and around my penetrating tool. If I hadn't already cum twice this morning, this would have likely gotten me off, but for some reason, I felt like I could keep going, so started bucking my hips, as I sucked hard on Lisa's clit.My oral efforts were soon rewarded as Lisa's cum flowed around my lips and tongue."Mom, I think it's my turn," Lisa said as she lifted herself from my face. She had to help our weary. On weeknights, I usuallyturned in around 2 a.m., but that night, I stayed up until 4 before Ifinally called it a night. So I wasn't too pleased when I heard momtapping at my door a couple of minutes before 8."Honey?" she said. "Loren, honey, I know you were up late, but I can'twait for you to see your birthday present." That got me to shake thefog out of my brain. I pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and slipped intomy Birkenstocks. I ran my fingers through my hair to make sure itwasn't sticking up.