When the wine took hold of her, she fell into a deep, deep slumber. Not u*********s, but a sleep so heavy she was impossible to awaken. I had, on a fe...w occasions, hauled her off to bed and, in the morning, she had not questioned how she had gotten there or even asked what had occurred the night before.With my wife now semi-comatose, Cee and I continued chatting. Nothing of consequence as Cee’s own intake of wine had slowed down her own thought process somewhat! A fine sheen of perspiration. On the sleeping bag! Vividly, she recalled her thoughts... her feelings; she had wanted to be that girl... wanted to lie under him... and take his cock deep into her seething cunt! Now... here he was... And he's going t-to... rape m-me!She didn't want it! A person would think that in the face of her fear and terror, she would have been numbed... refusing to believe that it could happen... that his rape of her was a reality that would take place in a very few minutes; yet how was it... that. Our tongues touching one another. Tasting each other.My cock was almost bursting out of my jeans. I felt like I was going to cum any second.I spun her around and bent her over the toilet. She held onto the dirty seat as I pulled up her track top to get access to her big tits.Then I started to squeeze her tits and grind my hips against her ass.Then I slowly pulled down her track pants. Over the curves of her ass cheeks, down over her shapely thighs, down to her ankles.Then I squatted down and. “I’m coming dear, I’m coming!” his mom answered, her heavy breaths as she climbed up the stairs to her son’s room to the 3rd floor. It’s certainly a long trip from the kitchen on the ground floor, his mother always in a rush to tend to her boy’s needs. She paused at the top of the stairs, taking only a moment to catch her breath and--“MOM, HURRY UP!!” he hollers again, making her jump slightly from the sudden loud yell.With a sigh, she steals herself and approached his door, already with a.