He was ... Actually pleasuring her. My sober mind flash backed to that night with the stories and Martin's were always of his tongue. He'd had over th...irty years to perfect that thing and it was working.I began to struggle harder, watching as Lucy's muffled cries began muffled moans. Even her back arched, wanting more. Her body was writhing with pleasure from one man's tongue, more than I could ever give her. Martin pulled up, his lips glistening with my girlfriend's juices, "Look at her, look. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as he ran his fingers along my wet lips before inserting two of his fingers into my opening. ‘Oh, Kate, you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?’ I nodded, too blissed out to speak as he slid his wet fingers in and out, his other hand stroking his cock in time to the rhythm. ‘Touch yourself as well, Kate,’ he urged and I opened my eyes to look at him, my gaze lingering on his erect penis which was moist with his precum. I did as he said and rubbed my. Why can't Mom just be my girlfriend? Damn it. If I keep thinking like this I'm going to be one of those forty year-old virgins. Mom and I couldn't be together. She'd probably be disgusted with the thoughts I had about her!I got to the concert and spent half the night just looking for Molly. I was freezing to death out there."Where have you been?" Molly asked me once I finally found her. She sounded very annoyed with me."I was looking for you. I can't see through this crowd. It's freezing out. ”Richard sc****d his plate clean, jumped up, grabbed his jacket and as he headed out the door said: “See you two in about three hours.”I heard the truck start outside as I slowly brought my coffee cup up to my lips. My eyes locked on the woman sitting at the table. Joyce was f******n years older than me. Her short jet black hair is now showing a little grey. She stands about 5’6” and I’d guess her weight to be average for women of her age. I could not tell you her breast size. Hell most of us.