I have to wash first. Let me up,” she said.“No, I want you, I want you now and I want you the way you are. I know what you have been doing and I w...nt to make love to you and I want you to tell me about it. Tell me all about it and leave nothing out.”“I can’t. I can’t hurt you like that. I love you and I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t help what I do. You don’t understand and you never will.”“I need to know. I want to try to understand what you feel and why you do these things. Tell me when. My mom was a very fair lady having a figure 36-30-38.I start thinking about my mom in a different manner when I accidentally saw her sleeping without her bra with erect nipples over her nighty. I use to think about her and start masturbating.I was always curious about talking to someone about my mom.So there was a friend of mine who use to give me porn those days, but as he was a family friend so sometimes he used to stay at my place. Once I confessed about my feelings regarding my mom and how. Giving a little moan he recovered, “hey I have the oven going and I need to finish the casserole.” He went back into the kitchen and continued fixing the meal. “Say, I got something for you” and he wiped off his hands and took a key off a peg, “here this is so I don’t have to run to answer the door when you want to come here. That is a key to the apartment so you can come and go as you please.”She was spell bound and just looked at him. He had just given her, her own key to his apartment. . ‘Undress me,’ she whispered. ‘I think we should make love first.’Stefan, with fumbling fingers, unbuttoned her blouse and struggled to unhook her bra. Irmgard swiftly unzipped her skirt, let it fall and stepped out of it. For a moment, she stood there in her tempting glory, her tanned breasts bare, the smallest of panties, and her long legs accentuated by high heels.Turning for the bathroom, she smiled and said, ‘You’ll join me again tonight, Stefan, won’t you?’When a few minutes later he.