It' felt great, grinding against his dick. It only took a couple minutes though, the poor boy was too worked up."I'm gonna cum," he grunted, clearly s...truggling to tell her. He gasped as Mel raised herself off of his cock and grabbed it with her hand. It was slippery with her juices and his pre-cum. Good, she thought."You've been a good boy, Tom. But who owns your cock?" You do," Tom murmured, then yelled out, "You own my cock, Mel!" Such a good boy. You deserve a reward." Melanie leaned forward. What happened. Oh, Rose, I must have fallen asleep are you home early?" No darling, you were asleep when I came in, and I didn't want to wake you. I freshened up, put on my pajamas, and came to get you to bed." Bed, sleep, that's a good idea. It was a grueling day. Are you alright? Did you have a good time?" have a busy day tomorrow. Did you have a good time?" He said, as though in a fog.She kissed him on the forehead."Yes, the music wasn't the best, but the company was good." She thought about. She wanted a wild night of sex with him before her husband Bill arrived in the morning on the red eye flight from California. She had never been like this before; it was shocking to think that she'd break her marriage vows this easily.But Brad's kisses had awoken something primal inside her, a sexual side she never knew she had.And she wanted more.She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. The party was in full swing and couples were dancing to the Fifties music, with some people. Some even tried to cop a feel, and she slapped one of them, saying that if he tried that again she would have her boyfriend, Jerry, break his arm. He called her a slut. Mary found herself wishing those clowns would stay on their side of town. They didn't tip well, either. The crowd began to thin out, until, about 1 am the kitchen closed down. Half a dozen men, regulars, bellied up to the bar. The college men finished their beers and left all at once. Since there were no more.