.. The invitation card said STRICTLY ADULTS ONLY and dress was formal. Bob, wearing his DJ and bow-tie, looked very dapper. The guests were shown into...a large dining hall with a long table beautifully decorated in traditional Christmas style and a big log fire burned cosily at one side. Places were set for ten and the hostess had seated everyone in a male/female/male/female sequence. Everyone was served with champagne to start the evening with a fizz. Bob glanced around, all the women looked. Mamma, and her divorced friends pretty much hung out together, along with the other women who had birthed Joe’s children. That was pretty much common knowledge then too, though nobody ever actually talked about it. There were just two groups of ladies, and they didn’t mix all that much.Bobby hadn’t learned about that until after Joe was killed by a jealous husband. During her mourning, Mamma had confessed all her “indiscretions” as she called them, to Bobby, while he held her and rocked her as. Her hands went behind my arse cheeks and started pumping me forward. In no time at all I was fucking her face hard with a hand behind her head, occasionally pulling out to place both of my balls in her mouth for her to suck.This was amazing and as I selfishly fucked her face i reached back and dipped a finger into her pussy then withdrew it and slipped it with minimal resistance into her now lubed arsehole. I put my whole index finger in and thumb in her pussy rubbing the wall in between. I. As I look at you in the soft light, I see how beautiful you are and doubt for a second that this moment is real. I can see your chest rise as you breathe. I step toward you and slide my hands up on your shoulders, sliding the blouse down your arms where it joins your sweater on the floor. Your bra is doing little to contain your breasts as they struggle to stay confined. I use my hands to slide the straps down your arms. You bend your elbows and the straps are free and you start to reach behind.