Now finish what you started.” I ordered.With that said his tongue was quickly back inside my pussy. Damn my little pervert son was good. I was feeli...ng a little guilty at first but his tongue really drove me crazy and I lost all my thoughts and just gave in to the pleasure. But then my cell phone in my purse rang. I reached for my purse on the bedside cabinet not far from where I was being tongued.“Stop, son! Let me answer the phone first.” I ordered.He stopped, and so I put up the line. It was. She had removed all her makeup as she usually did. However, her hair was quite untidy, which was unusual. She looked every one of her thirty six years and maybe even more. I don't think I had ever seen her so dejected.She sat in her usual chair, avoiding me until she finally turned and spoke."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go off like that. I'm sorry," she said quietly and contritely."Me too. I didn't intend to confront you. I was worried. The kids are worried," I said softly."The kids? What do. I was actually enjoying it as Ben had been neglecting me a bit. Being on Honeymoon, I thought that we would be having sex night and day but maybe because Ben is so much older than I am, we had only done it 3 times in 9 days.Then George asked me to go outside for some air. I was going to tell my husband that I'd be right back but he was so engrossed in talking that he hadn't even noticed me dancing never mind notice me going outside with a tall black African.The store, the church and the hotel. My sore cunt and arse, seemed to intensify my pleasure. I lay for a while dirty and sticky as the men went downstairs to dress. Eventually I followed them, my tits, pussy and arse were itching and sore, and felt a little peeved off that they had neither thanked me or gaven me their names. I stood amongst them in just my stockings and suspenders. When the last of the strangers were leaving he pulled me down onto a chair and took out his dick. He had regained his sexual urges and pointed it at my.