She seemed to get more relaxed as time went by while chatting to a girl named Gina, in fact all the girls seemed to be relaxing as their chatter and g...iggling got louder.I mentioned this to the organiser he smiled and winked saying,"The cocktails work very well getting the girls ready, our special recipe insures that."Just then the doors opened and about eight guys came in all looking quite similar, athletic dark. I looked over towards Kaz she was holding Gina's hand and they were both giggling.. She wasn’t standing straight, but at a model’s pose angle, all slimness and sharp angles in her tailored black business suit. I didn’t hate her for it, but I resented the heck out of fate. I suddenly felt decidedly large and frumpy in my crumpled dark-gray Palazzo pants and black jacket over a black knit shell. Of course it hadn’t been fair that this was essentially the only outfit in somber colors I owned and that I’d gone straight to the funeral home after an early-morning flight up from New. I didn't finger her wet cunt as I usually did. I had other plans.When I was done I told Kate. "Get on the bed Kate. Spread your legs wide so my mother can lick you good." When Kate was ready my mother crawled on all fours to get her mouth between Kate's legs. While she softly licked Kate's clit I lubed my cock with some Vaseline I had found in the bathroom. I had never fucked my mother in the ass while we were with Kate so this would be a first. I think when I climbed up behind her my mother. The concrete slabs must have been hard and unforgiving against her bare knees. I could tell she was feeling the cold of the night. Her beautiful soft skin was covered in goose bumps, her nipples were hard and erect, and she shivered slightly as she crawled. I was glad I was wearing my jacket. A large group of the party goers followed us outside. Some of them stayed on the paved area, chatting and sipping their wine, leaning on the balustrade, looking down to the garden below where they knew.