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Chapter 4 Hot Flashes and Hotter Oral Love
Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
cool look of detachment. The bistro did three spins as I surrendered to what was the most intense hormonal rush I had ever experienced while Derek and Helen seemed to move in the distance and speak above me, although I could vaguely sense I was the sole topic of conversation. I felt like I was in a state of temporary suspended animation while erotic thoughts tumbled through my brain and images of my mother's lovely thighs filled me with a longing for my younger days. Nothing felt more like home than the feeling I used to have when I tasted mommy, licked her pussy and heard her moans of pleasure. It was the secret place I went to in my mind when I felt most insecure. I missed her more than I wanted to admit. Slowly I began to come to and was shocked to find myself holding a fork above my plate while Derek and Helen looked at me with concern. I must have been out of it for ten minutes because I began to feel the warmth of the valium tablets spread through me and my emotions began to get under control. "I'm sorry," I stammered, looking up at Derek for the first time and realising that Helen still had a firm grip on my hand under the table. "I was out of it for a little while and didn't hear anything you two were saying." "Who is Mary?" Helen asked in a whisper. "You kept talking about how you missed Mary. Is Mary your mother's name?" A blush spread across my face as I nodded in the affirmative. I could see that information took Derek aback as he ... arched his eyebrows with an astonished look. Helen only gave me a sympathetic smile. "I said before we have to get her up here as soon as possible," Helen said, this time in a clear voice, not a discrete whisper. "Let's call her up today and make arrangements. She would love to see the new you, or at least that's what you led me to believe." "I would love to see her again too," I replied and gave Helen a smile. "She would love you but I'm not sure how she would take to Heidi. They haven't met yet." "Is Heidi that South African slut that's your friend?" Derek asked, not realising that the woman he was referring to was my wife of five years. "She has a reputation that stretches around the world. Word has it that she could suck the chrome off a car bumper." "Be quiet," Helen said sharply to Derek. "Heidi is married to Chrissie and she's a good friend of mine. She lives by her own rules." That information appeared to be too much for Derek to process. He studied me again and cupped his hand and whispered something into Helen's ear. When she whispered back to him he shook his head in disbelief. The whispering continued for a few minutes then Helen and Derek both rose from the table. "Will you be alright on your own for a couple of minutes?" Helen asked. "Derek and I want to have a private discussion and it would be impolite to do that in front of you. We'll just be a few feet away, so don't worry. I can rush ...