We layer together, both breathing deeply.Beth, what a terrific fuck you are! I think you are now ready for theparty.Yikes!The party ...Tom and Jill w...ere already at the party when we arrived. Tom was agladiator and Jill was a Hooter waitress. Perfect. She wore a blacksports bra under her Hooter's tight top that did all it could to hold inher fleshy 34 D breasts and a short hot orange skirt that was above mid-thigh. White little tennis's and her long blonde hair in a ponytailfinished her look.. It made my nipples even harder. I felt him unbutton the last button. He opened my dress. The front of me was totally naked for my son to do what ever he wanted to do to me. He started running his hands up and down my body. He started fondling both of my tits. He kept cupping them with his hands. I struck my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder. I raised my hips up and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why. He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had. ” I said. “I bought a house.”“For why?”“Oh ... place to practice ... gym to stay in shape ... a sauna to sweat our pores, a spa to soak in after the sauna, a walk-in wine cellar ... What?”“Wine cellar? Karen. You’re allergic to grape. What are you going to do with a wine cellar?”“I’ll think of something.”“You could refrigerate it and keep kegs cold,” said a nosy parker at the counter.That got agreement from the entire counter ... and the waitress at the till.“I know,” I said. “I can have the. 'Has he finished, or had he only just started? I can cope if it's one more, but not if it's five. I've learnt my lesson; surely he realises by now'. I walked round in front of the girl, and ruffled her short blonde hair. "You're being very brave, Katerina. Alexander will be pleased with you." She lifted her tear-stained face. "Thank you, sir. I'm so sorry. Please... I won't do it again." "That is my aim. I very rarely find that girls choose to come back. Now stand up."She lifted herself.