I ate a bit of the fare, then grabbed my camera and started taking my own pictures. It was getting near midnight, and I gravitated to the DJ's table. ...He was on a platform at one end of the room, elevated by about two and a half feet above the floor. I got up beside him and yelled a "Hi" to him. He was a friend I'd known for years through the weddings we'd done together. I knew he'd put together a good package for dancing at all levels. The crowd was bouncing to some hip-hop that was blaring. Paige usually caught a ride with one of her friends.All that day I couldn't get my mom out of my mind, both what had happened the night before and the way she'd sounded that morning. 'Ah, she'll probably need some time to get used to things,' I thought. 'It'll be fine. I'll talk to her tonight when we go to bed.' Of course the thought of going to bed with her put a smile on my face and some starch in my shorts as well; it was a good thing we were sitting in class at the time so I could keep my. Then it was down to business, my business with my body.At 33 I was in great shape and could give an erection to most guys with a wink! I slowly undressed and ran my icy fingers over my body to induce shivers of excitement. My nipples were hard and pointed due to my feelings and the extreme cold. Since I was in no hurry I stood with my left hand alternating between each breast, lightly stroking each nipple while my right hand ventured to my pussy lips and sharply induced a shuddering orgasm.. Let alone my own. I hated the salty taste and the slimy texture made me feel sick. ?Well let’s get you cleaned up whore? he said as he grabbed my upper arm and half lifted half dragged me through the bungalow to the shower. In my naivety I though to myself ?Thank god, at least I can get his sperm off me? I was still repulsed by the feeling of it on my skin. Little did I realise how he intended to clean me up. ?Kneel down cum slut? he said, unwilling to risk being kicked in my aching balls again.