„Da bist du ja endlich“ sagt sie leicht angenervt.Hätte Marvin es nicht so eilig gehabt seine Schuhe anzuziehen, hätte er gesehen, wie gutausseh...nd sich seine Mutter heute mal wieder gekleidet hat.Marvins Mutter heißt Sophie und ist mit 39 Jahren noch ein richtiger Hingucker. Sie hat blonde lange Haare, welche ihre weichen liebevollen Gesichtszüge umspielen. Wenn man in ihr Gesicht schaut fallen sofort ihre rehbraunen Augen auf und ihre vollen sinnlichen Lippen. Wenn man nun den Blick weiter an. She wore one of my white silk dress shirts as a night dress; I was bollock naked. I haven't bothered with night attire for almost twenty years. It seems to be a complete waste of time to undress from day clothes to put on nightclothes, then in the morning reverse the process. Gemma opened one eye and smiled up at me."Merry Christmas, Mister Desmond. Is Santa Claus ready to deliver my present down my chimney?" She reached up and drew my head down onto her breasts. The shirt was unbuttoned to her. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered. Not to be stereotypical, but she was German so perhaps she would be open to it but didn’t want to admit that too easily. Eventually I figured that this was possibly a unique opportunity, and I should just try for it and see what happened. So I scheduled a session with her alone, and a few weeks later I was kneeling in front of her. “I enjoyed being your toilet,” I said, but I was too cowardly to make clear my full meaning, and I thought she. “Says me. Do you want some coffee or not?”“Help me up before it gets cold. I can’t move.”“You’re such a baby.” Wes laughed as he slipped an arm under me and sat me up, supporting me against his chest. I don’t think I really knew what was happening when he put a mug in my hands. I only know that I practically inhaled the coffee.“Mmm.”“Adorable.”“Shut up.”He rubbed my shoulders while I began to wake up, and holy hell I was sore.“You monster. You broke all my bones.”“Did I?” He ran his hands down.