Guys were dancing with guys. I realized that were in the wrong place especially while wearing kilts. It must have been a sight, the two of us in what ...most people call skirts. I went to the bar and seen my uncle talking to one guy while three others stood around him looking. Before I could get to him it was to late, he popped one guy in the mouth and kicked another. The manager and bar tender came over to see what was going on. I explained to them we were supposed to be meeting some people, I. Instead, I gnawed off a wonderfully-manicured nail and spit it at him. Plunge. Loud moan. Where was I? Oh, yes, dip, wet, stroke, plunge. Oh yes. Oh yes! I searched for the neglected nerve ends that I hadn’t fired off yet just so I could start over again. My finger was as deep as I could get it and I clamped down. What kind of idiot would risk giving up on a chance like this? If I can do this to my finger, just imagine what I could do for his god-damned penis.“Too late, darling. If you wake up. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” Bob then asked.Christine looked over at me as if asking for permission. I just looked back at her, in awe, wondering where this was leading. She nodded so her brought his other hand up to her chin and pulled her mouth gently up to his. Their lips met and I saw hers part slightly and her tongue run across his lips. She then stopped and said she would be right back.Christine stood up walked over to me and grabbed my hand. She pulled me into the kitchen.“Bob asked me. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “I'm so filthy. Oh, yes. Oh, wow, that's amazing, Mom. That's the best. Oh, my god, I'm cumming so hard! Mom...yes!”“You're squirting all your nasty cum on your mother's thighs. Your pussy is convulsing on your mother's fingers.” Mom shuddered, spanking my ass again. “Oh, you are such a slut. A futa-slut!” “I am, Mom!”“I bet you want your mother to suck your girl-cock!”“I do!” I howled, my back arching, the ecstasy boiling through my mind.“I bet you want to fuck your.