"Damn, but you're a good fuck, Mac." Sam levered himself upright, and slowly withdrew his cock. "Tommy Stanton didn't believe me, though. So I told hi...m he could fuck you and see for himself."I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. And apparently neither could Mac. His verbal, "You did what?" echoed my silent one. Mac started to raise himself, too, but Sam reached out with his left hand and pressed down on Mac's shoulder. Obviously, Sam wasn't strong enough to actually stop Mac, but my older son. "I feel as crazy as you do, talking to you like this."Liz let out a short hysterical giggle. "I... I guess I should have called out for you before I came up to the bedrooms." Think I look like my father, Ma?" he asked, slapping his ass-cheeks in a cocky assertive manner as he faced her.His mother flushed to the roots of her dark auburn hair and turned her face away."Okay, okay, I'm making you uncomfortable. Be back in a second." He trounced into the bath attached to his room or started to, then. They arrived precisely on time. It was a smaller party than she had expected, two middle aged women and a girl perhaps in her early twenties. The girl and one of the women shared a strong family resemblance, both being petite blondes. Perhaps the bride and the mother? The other woman was taller, a brunette with a lithe aristocratic figure. The brunette was wearing a long red dress while the two blondes were wearing shorter grey dresses which showed off quite a bit of leg. This was a little. Actually, he felt her hand on his lower back before he saw her. She leaned forward from behind and asked him a work-related question, continuing to touch his thin, muscular back. To him, it was the best feeling he had ever had, and could hardly respond to her question. All he could think was "Thank you", closing his eyes. When he responded, his voice trembled. He turned around slowly, hoping she would see the bulge in his pants. "Do I have nicer legs than your mother, Kenny?" she asked,.