She had obviously been helping my mother with the wine.“Hey!” I objected. “This is my project!”“Of course it is, Darling,” said my mother,... coming to give me a hug. She had a wine glass in one hand. I felt wetness on my back, as she spilled wine there, and luscious, soft, unfettered breasts on my front.“Don’t waste it!” said Grandma, taking the wine glass from my mother’s hand, and drinking from it. That just let my mother hug me tighter.I still had the boner that had developed when I imagined. . I came back. Someone really fucked up."We were all scrambling for a modicum of clothes.Tim was already taking down the hut. The outside cover came off with a tear and rip."Whasup?" You guys have a choice ... Marry the wives of those two," he pointed at the pair of emasculated natives, "or get gone. You're in a hurry and I doubt you've got time to load the plane."Killing the attempted rapists was OK ... not great, but Ok." He pointed at the 'warning dicks' in front of the hut. "That made it a. I could have played the contrite card and asked him if I could buy him a drink but nooooo, I had to pull my bitch out on him. Shit, shit, shit. I don’t even know why I was freaking out, it’s not like I had a chance with him anyway so how I came off looking to him shouldn’t matter. But it did, it really fucking did. Making an abrupt one-eighty, I headed for the blessedly empty bar. I was vaguely aware that Darren and Juliet were making a toast. Grabbing a flute of champagne, I made my way to. It was so wet. They slid in without any resistance. I bent the tips of my fingers forward looking for her g-spot, then started slowly moving them in and out just a little, then planted my lips back down on her clit. Her headshot back against the bed and a little whimper escaped her lips. Picking up more speed with my tongue and fingers, her hips began moving at the same rhythm, then started to buck faster. I backed off again and gave her ass another smack, this time harder than before. “You.