You are still curious why this guy needs a personal trainer. He belongs to a gym and his bio, which you have every client fill out online, states he w...rks out fairly regular. But, he agreed to the premium rate, so here you are. “It’s worth checking him out,” you think. You walk to the door and it opens before you knock. “Krista?” he asks. “Oh, Mr. Johnson,” you replied slightly startled. “Yeah, the gate security called to let me know you were here.” “Hmm, that’s convenient.” “Please,. I beat off again before I shaved. I knew I would never make it through my flight back to San Diego if I didn't. I finished dressing and went downstairs. Dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and Mom was at the stove. "Good Morning" I said as I joined Dad at the table. Mom placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me and avoided making eye contact. We all ate in silence. After eating Dad shook my hand good-bye with a wink and he left for court. I pulled my mother into a tight. Better now? Yes, thats nice she said and smiled for the first time. You want me to stop now? She shook her head. I did not want to stop. Her skin was soft and yielding, her tummy flat with none of the fat that was to develop later. I could feel stirrings in my loins and my cock started to harden. This would have been a very good time to stop. I didnt. I looked from her face to her middle. The dress had ridden up with the movement of my hand and her little pink panties were available to my view.. " So who lives beyond the mountains? Did Max tell you who they are?" The Nordvolk call them the 'Svartsmanni, ' the 'Black men." Because of their skin colour or missdeeds?" Skin colour. They ain't happy with the Japs either, Skip. They think they're Zeemen, just like the Farnow. Max reckons they're madder than the Klan when it comes to racialism." You think, perhaps, we are welcomed because we could be used in their wars against other races?" Max thinks that's the idea. They've got the best.