"Paula rested the phone against her shoulder in order to let herself catch her breath. Then she looked down into her son's face. His mouth, his lips, ...he whole bottom half of his face glistened in the reflected shine or her sexual fluids. Her smile grew wider as she decided SHE would turn the tables on him."Jason, you father wants to talk to you."She held the phone out to him enjoying his distress as he wondered what he was going to say to his father as his mouth was still covered with his. Now the card companies are not going to tell you about this because they have a vested interest in allowing a maximum spend, hoping that you won’t be able to meet your full repayment at the end of the month, so that they can charge exorbitant interest. They don’t make money if you pay on time.’ We sat and talked for some time, during all of which I had a feeling that she had something else on her mind. ‘Can I get you something to drink, coffee maybe, or would you prefer something a little. ” She groaned loudly, no longer worrying if the apartment neighbors could hear her. Heck she WANTED them to hear her! Especially the married man next door. It was late night on a weekend anyway. She would do this all night long. Yes. Dedicate this weekend to Slutbook. “Mmm, mmm, mmmmhhh!” Her rocking back and forth became more violent, now making her back arch and her gigantic G-cup boobs bounce up and down. Bra pushed to the sides, her fully exposed nipples swung to and fro. That felt good. So. Let me back up.We were at the annual ************* County GOP Gala Dinner and Fundraiser. I was deep in conservative territory, and I was hardly a conservative. I'm a left-leaning, pot-smoking, war-protesting atheistic transsexual. And the man I fell in love with, the man who made me the woman I am, was a rather influential person the local Republican party. Largely, because he gave them a lot of money, for candidates who voted against GLBT issues. Issues like same sex marriage. Like.