When she walked into a room or a party, it automatically belonged to her. Amanda was in awe, perhaps a bit jealous, Glory having been published and al...l. ‘Hello,’ sighed Amanda, feeling unglued. She was in need of a downer or an upper. Amanda needed something, something to make the sunlight less tyrannical. Amanda Quinn hated the morning, waking up was not her specialty, especially after she went out with Glory. They usually stayed up till dawn, one drink leading to two, two drinks leading to. I could tell from her tight abdominal muscles that she exercised, probably ran. And between her legs was just a small landing strip of pubic hair that was trimmed short and tight. Her pussy lips were gleaming with juices already. She watched just as intently as I stripped off my clothing. When I slipped my pants and shorts off together she groaned and then complimented my cock, I was right, it is a good size. I climbed onto the bed beside her and lowered my mouth to her chest. She gasped. In no time she wen to the bar where there were 3 black men sitting and talking. Before she could order of course they offered to buy her a drink. She quickly accepted and the show starts. I watched as each guy took his turn trying to get her to be theirs tonight. It was so hot. Each danced bought her a drink. And each kissed her on the dance floor. After about 2 hours of this it was getting late. I wish I could be a fly on the wall. Just then she took out her phone. Her text read honey I know. Our new closeness has helped in that.It actually happened again pretty soon after the first time, but that moment felt too personal to share immediately. Now that some time has passed I feel I can talk about it.I said: “I want to make love to you again, mom” and kissed her. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I think I mentioned my mom might not have been that attractive to someone else. There was that sagginess hanging skin which was apparent when she was naked, and her bush was dark.