There was my mother in the arms of a much younger woman, lip-locked. The younger woman looked like she was sculpted from a piece of granite yet smooth...as silk. She had a long, blonde ponytail that swished when she turned her head to greet me.Mom, of course, blushed deep red, trying to form words to explain what was obviously going on. The girl walked over to me, her eyes bright and blue looking me over as if I were her next meal. It felt sort of creepy yet exciting at the same time. I felt a. She turned around to see Charles standing at her elbow."Oh, it's spectacular!" she responded enthusiastically."Would you like to dance?" Oh, I don't know how," she said regretfully. She would have loved to try the prim and proper dancing that they were doing: A choreographed picture of perfection."How do you know?" Charles asked. Good point, she thought, but before anything else could be said, Finley walked up to them."Look who I ran into," he said presenting a young man, about Cynara's age. It. For some reason, it felt so pleasurable. Moving lower, she trailed wet kisses to my mound. Then I watched as she raised herself up. Using her knee, she spread my right leg over. Then she did the same with my left leg. I watched as she lowered herself between my legs. She looked up at me, smiling."Lay back and enjoy this, but remember what you feel," she said.I thought it was a little odd the way she said it, but I wanted this so bad. Her fingers felt so good as she stroked them along my pussy. I curled up around her. In response she said, “mmmmm” and wiggled her ass against me.“Be careful doing that,” I said, “you could start something all over again.”“But you’re a nice man and will just cuddle me until morning,” she replied and closed her eyes.I don’t know if I cuddled her all night or not, but the next thing I knew it was morning and the sun was shining in through the windows. I looked up at the morning sun and then gasped loudly. Danny Boy was standing on the window sill in all.