With everyone else drunk, soon the jokes and sexual humour began to arise. One of her boyfriend’s friends commented on beautiful shape of her ass, s...ying how much he would love 10 minutes with it. Stephanie, thinking she would have some fun, went up to him and shoved her ass in his face, commenting that now he had a front row view of her ass. Out of nowhere however, he raised his hand and brought it down on her ass with a loud smack. Stephanie jumped up and screamed, with her hands on her ass,. Then she showed her son how to stroke and fondle her cunt: first the labia, then the clitoris, and then stroking with a single finger inside her now thoroughly wet cunt. Soon he was stroking her deeply, his fingers gathered into a four-finger spear, penetrating her vagina and pushing deeply into her cunt, and she was moaning with excitement, pushing her groin up against his stroking hand, her legs now spread wide, opening herself completely to his pleasuring.Fully aroused now, totally. And I’d definitely have a good time on the couch with you. Hmm ... Then again, there is one flute I wouldn’t mind—”“Heather!” I hissed, looking around. “Not the time for those jokes!”Luckily everyone was already migrating to the couches, but still, voices could carry easily in the great room.“Well, if you don’t want me to,” she dismissed airily.I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say that.”Heather giggled. “So I guess going to your room right now would be too obvious?”“Stop it.”“See? You don’t want. ” Somehow, he had instantly adjusted to the situation, while around me everything felt slightly surreal, as if I was displaced, watching what was happening with casual detachment.He turned to me. “Listen close. You’re going to follow me. One hand on my shoulder, like we practiced. Walk when I walk, stop when I stop. Amir and Carmelo are going to follow us, if they can. We’re going towards the remaining car. Understand?” I nodded. “Tell me what I just said.” I repeated it back to him. “Good.”.