“Shit baby…” She had never sucked on it like this, showing off turned her into a porn star, apparently. He didn’t know how much he could take..., but he wanted to find out. She started to slowly suck and slurp on him, taking him all the way in, relentlessly working her tongue against him in her mouth. The pleasure was monstrous, nearly unbearable. Kevin’s mouth was wide open, making choking groans at the way she treated his cock, his hands closing around her head to help her keep the rhythm he. I felt what seemed like every emotion there was, but the over whelming feeling was turned on beyond belief. I realized that my wife was probably not going to remember much of this night so I decided to... well just not say anything unless she did. I laid down in bed and about 45 minutes later I heard keys at the door. I quietly got out of bed and walk over to the hallway. The door opened and in walked Tommy carrying my passed out wife over his shoulder. Her black skirt was pushed up just over. Tory’s legs go on forever. Thicc too. Not fat, but she’s got thighs. The redhead is pointing over at us. Tory’s eyes go wide as they see us. They both rush over to us. “Glad you came, superstar!” Tory says. “Yeah, we had nothing better to do. A party sounded like fun,” I say. “Well, we’re about to do shots, you in?” she asks. “I don’t drink, but my friends are down.” She grabs my hand and Shelley grabs Jeremiah. They drag us over where they were standing. Tory pours us all shots and hands us. I suppose I always knew, due to the odd relationship of my parents, that something was amiss, but now I know my father hurt her emotionally and my mother never got over it. I was suddenly startled back from my thoughts. ‘Would you like some more tea?’ With that, I knew this conversation was over. ‘Yes, thank you Mother.’ As she went to the kitchen, I got the distinct impression she felt she said too much. She knew the precise moment when to interfere with my train of thought to prevent me from.