More sweet kisses."Tyballa." Yes?" May I remove your blouse?"I saw no mirror in the room. The bureau seemed small and its chair uncomfortable."Yes, bu... where is your dressing table? Your mirror?" Tyballa, I don't have a dressing table, and the mirror is in the bathroom, but I intend to undress you right here. Okay?"She reached to the top button of my blouse. Then she looked at me, and I nodded, and the button came undone, then another, then another. We kissed, and the buttons all got undone.. I feel flush and excuse myself to the bathroom just to take a breath and calm down, the excitement is really hitting me. When I come back I see that you have slid out to the edge of the booth seat and he has slid in, leaving a space for me. You suggest I take a seat by him. I sit down, checking your face for approval. You have that worked-up horny look in your eye. He leans back in the booth a little, exposing a growing bulge in his pants. I look back to you and you nod toward him, inviting me. "It's a special drink," he answered quietly, "of historic nature. Part of the history of the party is that precisely at 11:00, Mister Remington proposes a toast, and everyone has one drink. Distilled according to his ancestors own recipe."A regal looking man stood up on a raised dais at the end of the room. "My dear guests," he began in a voice deep as thunder. "My old friends, and my new. The time has come to reaffirm ancient alliances, and honor the past. It's time to forgive any who have. Me: Still like to smell my cock?I asked, smirking.Mom: Why? Do you mind?She asked while taking some pills with her water.Me: No, you can smell it whenever you want madam, this cock is all yours.She slurped down the pill and said:Mom: Well, thank you, mister, it is a pleasure to have the luxury.We both laughed.Me: What are you taking? Have you been shopping?Mom: Yes, I was out this morning, don’t you see with my clothes on?She smirked back at me. She was out shopping and had to put on some.