She wanted to be an object. After a few emails back and forth, we decided to set up a session. She knocked at the door and I opened up, but took car... to keep myself hidden behind the door. From behind the half opened door I told her to walk in, go forward a yard or so, and then to stop, telling her to not look to the side. I had put some curtains in the hallway of my apartment, so that the hallway was quite dark. She passed me and I closed the door behind her, commanding her not to turn. We both sat naked at the kitchen table drinking our coffee. I kept glancing at my mother's naked body and reached over and squeezed her breast and twisted her nipple causing her to let out a soft moan. I then pulled her closer and we kissed each other passionately poking our tongues into each other's mouth after what seemed like ages we separated our mouths. I stood up and helped her to her feet and then picked her up and sat her on the edge of the kitchen table.I gave her a quick kiss on her. I hope you'll enjoy my story.A very attractive women once bumped into me in a very crowed club in Mexico City, I turned to say excuse me. I was speechless at her beauty. She was wearing a short skirt, garters below the skirt and knee high boots. She just stared at me and with out saying a word she bumped me again. I felt something different something firm and it moved it was very intriguing. I kept looking at her and without saying a word I couldn't move, I wanted to say something and I. He said okay, didn't he?"Lowered her voice to a whisper (like Joyce could hear us): "I don't like that Joyce woman, do you?"I nipped it. "Girl, nothing is going on and you know it. He's totally devoted to you."And he was, we'd go out together, the three of us. Never, ever did I see that man ogle other women, not-one-time. I had to quit doing it because I was embarrassed that he didn't and I felt an ass doing it in his presence, much less hers. And he never admonished me before I quit. He didn't.