" "But mom, I don't live?close?" he said suddenly noticing the pitch of his voice. Andy shot up in bed and whizzed around. The long strand of hair dan...led in his face. The room was unfamiliar to him. The furniture was not his nor was anything else in the room. He desperately looked for a mirror. Flying out from beneath the sheets, he spotted a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Running towards it, he caught sight of the young woman that made his every move. He collapsed in front of. "My name is Antoine," he said, "it will be my pleasure to take you higher." I found his manner quite flirtatious, and his cheerfulness infectious. We entered the lift, and he began the ascent. After mere seconds, the elevator ground to a halt. Antoine was unable to bring the machinery to life and used the emergency phone to alert the hotel staff. Turning to me, he said, "Monsieur the lift is not working. We have to wait for an engineer to come." We chatted casually for ten minutes, or. He had risen to the occasion immediately and with magnificent additional effect when she stripped him naked as he stood before her. His cock was thick and very hard and beautifully set off by the boldly manicured public hair above it and the big swinging balls beneath. He had a washboard tummy. Em could picture it rippling as his balls swung below as he fucked her. He had long, quite delicate fingers that plainly belonged in her pussy, right now. “The skirt has a zip on the left-hand hip,” she. He became a fixture in our lives after that. One of the problems most single mothers face is that single men are interested in women but don't have a lot of patience for their children. Dad was different (he was Mr. Art, back then). He accepted us as two individuals who went together. Not a package so much as a unit. He and Mom were intimate, of course, but I never felt pushed aside or left out. There were plenty of times I'd sit on his lap or we'd play a game together while Mom did the dishes.