Two days later I got up early to wrap mums present up for her 44th birthday, as a treat I had decided to give her breakfast in bed alone with her pres...nt, I looked at the clock and thought that she should be stirring in her bed, I made tea and toast and put it on a tray with her present and made my way up stairs, I was just about to knock when a though came over me, quickly I put the tray down and went to my bedroom, took out a dicky bow tie and put it on, as I got to the door I thought about. We had been sending emails back and forth now for over a year. Our content ranging from light, verbal illustrations of favorite sights, and of sex. Sex, by most peoples standards, but to them it was much more, a void filling chance to share something very personal and fulfilling. I was writing a story about a fantasy of my own desires, Misty was an inspiration to me, keeping the passion I needed alive, spiriting my creativity.The emails we exchanged the previous day were at a new level. Knowing. I could feel the warmth of her mouth on my dick. Now it was no more soft sex. She turned out to be wild. She wanted to taste my cum and she could do anything for it.She had great sucking skills. She was even good at deep throat. She took my entire tool in her throat. The room was filled with sound of her gags. I was lying on bed peacefully and she was busy giving me the world’s best blowjob ever. I was in seventh heaven now. Now as my stamina to last long have improved, it took time to burst. Her other hand which had been switching continuously from her clit to her breasts had found its way back to her clit and she was rubbing it ferociously.My eyes were locked on her and I couldn't wait for her to fuck me as hard as she was fucking herself. I let go of my cock to stop myself from reaching my climax and squeezed my tits as she continued masturbating. "Oh yes," she suddenly whispered. "Oh yes, Stephanie. Oh God, Stephanie, make me come. I'm so close." She was fantasizing about me.