She went over to the desk , pulled out the chair , swung it around and placed her knee on it and bent over slightly to turn it on , and there it was a...ain , that sweet , tight , round , succulent little ass in that tiny dress that was practically begging to get cum squirted all over it, I had to snap myself back to attention but at the same time I had my suspicions that she was doing this all on purpose to make sure we would be staring at her ass, as if anyone wouldn’t be!She started typing in. He looked like a bear, hairy tall, a bit of a belly and a moustache. He came towards me and stood infront of me. I pulled my earphones out.He: what are you doing here son?me: oh... i was just waiting for a friend we decided to meet up herehe: boy this is not a place to hangout with friends...me: oh alright ill just leave when my friend get herehe: alright ill give u companyHe sat down with me and we were talking. He thought i didnt knew this was a cruising spot. We were talking and i had my. That singular womanly smell that issecond only to the musky womanly smell of female sex. The smell whichis the closest to a pure woman's smell that I will ever achieve. Theapplication of the cotton rolls around my rolled head and the swiftposition of the magnificent and frightening Salon dryer over my plasticwrapped permed head made me somewhat dizzy. What saved me from passingout was the feel of my Mother's hand on mine as I sat under the dryer,baking in my first girl's perm. She looked into. "She said yes. We want to go look at rings next week," she said, her thumb slowly massaging the back of my hand. It was an oddly out of place gesture for someone who conducted herself in a very masculine way in all the time I have known her. I dismissed it as just happiness of the up coming wedding. I took my leave of Angela and went inside and up the flight of stairs and into their bedroom. I called out to my mother that I was here. She called from the adjoining bathroom that she'd be a few.