I could feel how much she wanted it. "You're not there yet," Selma said stopping me from continuing further. She flipped herself onto her front. "Th...e booty needs love too." Gently I submerged my face between her butt cheeks, gently kissing her. Then I gently licked. "Tell me how good it tastes," Selma said, in a voice that implied she couldn't wait much longer. "It tastes great, thank you for giving me this opportunity." I slowly inserted my tongue into her back door and felt her shiver. "I. The new guest had an open bottle of wine which he shared with Dawn who was already pretty far gone by that point. She drank straight from the bottle as the two men removed her dress and positioned her on her hands and knees. Brad knew she was about to get fucked. Her tight little ass was perched high in the air as she arched her back waiting for the tall stranger to enter her. She kept licking her lips to keep them lubricated. It seemed like an eternity for Brad as he watched his wife waiting. She wasn’t sure. “Does dad know that you do that?” He asked, setting down the cup and wiping his mouth with a napkin. “What? Masturbate?” Del wasn’t a prude, but she wasn’t the type to hang her sexual wash out on the line for everyone to see, either. Suddenly she felt herself irritated, that his question was an affront to her. She was still the mom and he was still the son, and she sought to set him straight. “Yes, of course he knows. I’m sure he has a bit of a wank now then himself.. It seemed as though she might cry."Why, do you want to know me anyway, Lauren? Seriously." Bridget, Sweetie ... I just don't know how else to explain it to you. I just, like you. I've known you for months now. Maybe I don't know everything about you. But I know a fair amount, I think. I just do. You're special, Honey. You're special to me."She was silent again."Nobody's ever really wanted to get to know me before," she said softly, "unless they wanted something from me." Like what, Sweetie?" I.