Am Iactually interested in this guy? Yeah right! Just then the waitressbrought me another drink, this time a strawberry margarita, and motionedthat it... was "compliments of that guy. Honey drink it slow if you knowwhat's good for you."That guy of course turned out to be Ben. And I flashed him anothersmile, this time a big and genuine smile, signaling him that I was gladhe hadn't left. My mom and Jenn had now gotten closer to the two of us,and they began getting to know him. I think they were. He removed the sporran for me and then helped me remove the belt and then my kilt. All too aware that this time I was not actually wearing any underwear. Luckily, however, the shirt was long enough that it covered things up. He wrapped the new kilt around me and fastened it and then as before, slipped his hands up to pull my shirt down.Again, I could feel his hands moving around my body gently brushing against my arse and then around to the front where several times he would brush up against my. ..have it again! Mom!… mom! mom! mom!” I was assuming the dog’s position with my hands around her belly, feeling myself like a dog. She was great! Encouraging me with her spasmodic reactions. “mom!” “damn your mom.” “yeh!... yeh!...yeh!” I exhausted. I must have had 8 squirts inside her asshole. I was sitting on the floor. She was lying on the sofa. The music was still playing. Nearly 10 minutes passed. Mom asked me to prick her vagina. I declined as she might get pregnant that way. However she. "Open message," Billings told the computer once everyone was seated and paying attention.The lights dimmed down once more and the screen came to life. Laura Whiting's face greeted them for the second time that day. She did not appear very happy."This message is in response to the insulting reply that you gave us to our offer," she said sternly, making everyone gasp a little at her insolence. The image took a deep breath and stared into the camera. "Look, people," she told them next. "We are in.