Of course, pressing my little boob flat against his chest sent a little jolt racing through me but I ignored that because it had nothing to do with ge...ting a hug from Dan. I wriggled myself against him and clenched my arms until I was pressed as hard against him as I could possibly manage.“Now what are you doing?”“Claiming some of that high maintenance.”Dan chuckled – which made his body shake and since I was so closely attached it made my body vibrate too.“This is nice. I wish I could stay. He didn’t want a word or groan uttered from his mom, he just wanted her body to serve as his slut and cumdump, and to feel his cock sheathed deep in her pussy. Jim also clued in the fact that his mom was sobering up and was now aware that she was being fucked like a cheap whore by her son, but powerless to stop it. Jim was pumping her sore cunt like a sledge hammer and fuckin’ loving every minute of it. The camera was right near his left knee, so he grabbed it and looked down at his cock buried. This time she actually rubbed my dick while looking directly into my eyes. It took my breath away.We stayed in the bathroom for hours drinking wine and beer. Anushree eventually came over and joined us. When she went into the kitchen to get a beer I followed her and grabbed her. I looked into her beautiful eyes, and said, “I want to eat Swati’s pussy!”Her eyes widened. She got a big smile and gestured toward Swati. I nodded yes! We all ended up drinking together and talking easily. I did not. I didn’t know what to do next. I didn’t dare swallow his cum; heaven knows what it would do to me! So I spat what was left in my mouth out into my hand and started to try to clean up the mess.Meanwhile, Michael lay there, gasping and heaving for breath, his erect cock subsiding into a curled sleeping monster again, softly against his now rather messy stomach.“My God,” he eventually sighed, “I didn’t expect you to do that!” It was at that moment that I realised, through a combination of fear.