I decided that it was time to stop the tiptoeing around those bottles.“Are you drinking wine or pee, babe?” I asked with a smile.Christy and Greg ...blushed.“We have to be open and adult about our life,” I smiled, trying to put everyone at ease, “We all know what you drink, so don’t be shy about talking about it.”“I will have a bottle then,” Christy smiled as she tried to hide her blushing.“A bottle of what?” I teased.“You are mean, Steven,” Christy smiled, “Okay; I will have a bottle of pee!. I barely had to lower my head to receive her kiss on my cheek. Danna was a leggy thing. She was the only woman I could say I literally met eye to eye. ‘Gosh. I must look a mess.’ She tamed a few unruly curls back into the knot. ‘I wasn’t expecting you for another hour. But in any case, I’m glad to see you.’ I wished I could say the same. I had a lot on my mind and with Danna’s intrusion my head began to pound. Danna did this every time. She constantly wanted to blur the line of my space and. ?I can’t bend anymore!? She thinks to herself, her hips twitching. She thinks about how hard he is going to whip her breasts with the very crop being used to stroke her burning pussy, poking, sliding between her thighs, grinding across the stud piercing her pulsing clit. She bites her lips to mask her moans. Her mixed thoughts confuse her as she feels her hips thrusting back and forth in rhythm to meet that hard, round shaft. ?Keep that ass pushed out!? He demands. ?And? And keep. Just thinking about having his mother's lips around his cock had made him ache deep in his balls. And now he was actually experiencing what he had only imagined as he had peeked through the keyhole minutes before.Randy felt his cock going deeper and deeper into his mother's eager mouth. He felt teeth scraping ever so gently against the rigid shaft of his prick. He felt the roof of her mouth against his turgid cockhead as she took more and more of it into her mouth."Feels good, don't it, Randy?".