I knew he probably had a big evening planned, and I was racking my mind to figure what would be the perfect gift to get him for the occasion.Then it c...me to me what I needed to do. I laid my plans, and the next day I put them into action. While my husband was at work and the children were at school I went to a very exclusive women’s dress shop. I was able to find a Victorian silk blouse that was a white, high collared and totally made of lace. A black pencil skirt that was so form fitting. When we got to Lilly’s parents house on Wednesday afternoon her father greeted me as if I were his son. Her father, Bill, handed me a beer almost immediately and we sat down in front of the big screen TV and talk about sports. Lilly had left to visit her favorite aunt whom she hadn’t seen in a few months.Several hours and beers later Lilly sat down with us and her old man commented on how nice we looked together. This took me back but I did not show my shock. Finally Lilly’s mother got home and. I go full blast and thrust as fast as a humming bird. She spreads her arms out wide, grabbing the sheets, her mouth open as she sings a new song. Her eyes are barely open but I can't see her pupils as they've gone to the back of her head. Her tits remind me of Jell-O jigglers, can't stop moving and they end up colliding into each other often. I'm going too fast to feel that she's had an orgasm but her body tells me she's cumming. She spits out "Shit" and "Fuck" several times.I feel the. I looked at Dale. He handed me a bowl. “It's eleven in the morning. Drink this, all of it. It's twenty ounces of quite concentrated bouillon, you'll need it. It's against the hangover. And after that, you'll drink the quadruple espresso I made for you.” I was still in some sort of half-coma, so I just did as ordered although it wasn't easy, and I'd feel even worse after it, having a largely inflated stomach from the high amount of liquid. But it seemed to help. The need to puke subsided after a.