He worked his way up the rungs of the corporate ladder and lived a conventional upper-middle class American existence.He wore cufflinks. He bought a b...ig house in the suburbs. He got a purebred dog. He got a bright red BMW 5 Series.Sam had friends he’d play poker with every Saturday night. Sam even built a stereotypical man cave in an addition to the house. It had rock and sports memorabilia, a big screen TV, comfy massage chairs, a pool table, Pac-Man arcade game, foosball, all the necessary. My mother ... she had a problem. She was relieved, too. But it bothered her. She didn't want to feel happy to see me go. I didn't blame her. I felt the same thing. These long, uncomfortable silences were very unpleasant.I went upstairs and brushed my teeth. I got my purse and put my cell phone and Chris' number in it. I was just about to leave but I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "Fuck it!"I took my t-shirt off. I removed my bra. Then I dug out a sexy halter top. This time when I. She gagged a little, letting the cock slip back out to spit on the floor. Then took the head back in her lovely mouth and started sucking hard, her tongue sliding out underneath to add to the wet, hot feeling that the man must have been enjoying.I looked back to her arse and dripping pussy to see that her hand had snaked underneath and she was rubbing her fingers up and down her hot slit. Spreading the lips and dipping two fingers inside all without missing a beat on her cock sucking.I stepped. I passed, but Tom disappeared out the back door. Allison excused herself to the bathroom though she could barely walk straight, and my wife and I stayed in the common room playing more drinking games. Maybe an hour had passed since then, Tom still hadn’t come back so I went to check on him. He was still outside, gathered around a hookah and still pounding beers. My wife was happy to keep playing card games, which we did for another few rounds when I realized Allison hadn’t returned yet. I went.