I looked at the girl in themirror, her fishnet encased legs, her half slips and her push up bra. Ilooked up at her perfectly made up face, her lipsti...k painted lips, herlong blonde hair in a ponytail. Boys just didn't look like this."Je suis une femme," I told the French Maid in the mirror.I looked at the girl in the mirror and concluded yes it was me, but itwas not me, well not a me I recognised any more.As I looked at myself my mother pulled out what at first looked like ablack ribbon but. It was giving my Ansh a lot of pleasure so I didn’t pull back.Ansh puts more force and deep throated it. I got saliva vomits but I still held the position. My spit had covered his balls and was dripping down through them to the floor. Suddenly, he removed it and adjusted my head so that I was facing his face.I looked into his dark green eyes trying to catch my breath. He stared with love for 2 minutes. That was the moment of love. We were born to do this.He smiled, bent and put his face near. It did look younger, softer and more silken, a small rubbing of Chanel 19, 'Fuck my mind screamed', then I laughed, I had forgot about shaving and perfume, my young daughter was the last time I discovered that. back then she was doubled up and took time too cool down.The phone rang and I answered, it was my husband to say his plane had touched down, 'What are you doing', he asked me, a sharp keen edge to his voice, 'I am getting ready darling', I responded deliciously, genuinely excited by the. It became a simple moment when two people were sharing something special between them. I closed my eyes and just began to enjoy the sensation of being free, the feel of flesh on flesh and the play of the water against our skin. Without even thinking, my hands slid down Rob's back and over the slope of his ass cheeks. It was something that I have done countless times playing in the shower with my wife. Always, I grab her ass cheeks and pull her into me, trying to get as close as possible. With.