I was also keeping an eye on her loose pajamas. It looked like they were fighting to stay around her waist. Every time she moved, they inched a little... lower. Just when I was sure they were about to fall off, she must have noticed. She stopped to pull them up and tighten them a bit. I got really disappointed but didn’t let her know. We just had a good time dancing that night. I would watch her dance whenever I could. One night I even went out and danced with her and her friend. I made it seem. She grunted with her pussy spasms telling her son lewdly. “Oh ya baby. Suck Mommy’s cunt. You are the best Mommy’s Boy in the world. Make me cum again.”Willy was enjoying himself. He loved the way his mother and Cindy reacted to his tongue and lips. When Betty pushed on his head lightly Willy got the hint and raised his face, shining with his mother’s juices, to look her in the eyes with a silly grin on his face. He didn’t need to ask Betty if she enjoyed it. It was more than a little obvious. I imagine offering a lift to Sophie as she’s walking to school, then having the whole day with her before letting her out to walk home again. I could taunt her and make her cry; I love seeing makeup smudged by tears. I could make her do a striptease. I could tut at her feeble attempts at shaving and wax her completely bald while she screams and cries. I could tie her hands together and hang her from the ceiling while I whip so hard she pisses herself. And when she thinks all I want to do is. For some inexplicable reason the modern exterior hid an interior decked-out in the style of an ancient baronial castle, kind-a like the lavish film sets you sometimes see in films. Basically a Victorian interpretation of an ideal medieval castle: they actually didn't have the technology to build large or extravagantly as that in the real old days.One thing I knew for sure, was that the wedding wouldn't have been located in such an establishment, had I'd been footing the bill. But hey, my.