“Thanks, Mrs. M.”“I think you can call me Gina now.”Olivia didn’t remember Gina Moretti being this sexy: long dark hair, dark eyes, and a ve...y curvy figure. Of course, she saw things through a very different lens nowadays. They talked for a few minutes until Gina checked her watch and said, “I have to go pick my youngest up from soccer. Listen, why don’t you come out to the house and have dinner and we’ll catch up? How’s Friday?”“OK,” said Olivia, and they exchanged numbers and parted ways. The. I don’t know why, but I felt a blush on my cheeks. I had nothing to blush at or be embarrassed about. But try telling that to my disobedient capillaries, as I colored up good and proper.Seeing that I was struggling for words, Jill didn’t push it. Instead, she changed the topic.“Dave, baby. I know how much you like to watch me with other guys, so I was thinking as a thank you for letting me make this trip, you might like to watch me and Chris make out a little.”This was the perfect opportunity. .. when it comes to a blow job... who’s really in control I always wonder? Let’s face it, a little extra jaw action and I’m in complete control. On his part, the hummer handle and face fucking sort of leave him in charge. To that I will quote one of my favourite lines from a movie ‘control is an illusion you infantile egomaniac’.I was teasing him some more by drawing my tongue up the length of the long neck bottle and swirling it around the opening before wrapping my lips around it to tip it. He swapped our plates and ate the steak.” I take a sip of champagne. “So, he always ordered Seafood Primavera in case you didn’t like what you ordered?” I ask. She tears up again and shakes her head yes. She gulps down her glass of champagne and I pour her another. We continue eating and Mom continues drinking. By the time she was finished she had gone thru three glasses and was working on number four. I was still nursing my first. After dinner we enjoy some strawberries for dessert, and Mom.