" He had gone from touching my knee to stroking my leg gently. I felt very uncomfortable by his familiarity but, at the same time, it felt nice. And, ...o get this kind of one-on-one time with Mr. Beechem was invaluable."You're in need of a strong father-figure in your life. Someone to protect you, and to fight for you. Someone to make you feel safe. Doesn't that sound nice?"It did. "Yes, Sir," I admitted."And doesn't that feel nice?" he added, his hand now rubbing my thigh. Breathless, I nodded. Her favorite outfit starts out with vintage style undergarments. With her small frame she really doesn't need a full corset but she likes the way it feels under her dresses. She always holds on to the foot board of the bed as I pull the lace of the corset causing her one hundred pound body to have the perfect hourglass figure. Laced up like that she must have me roll the stockings up her legs and attach them to the eight garter straps. She always goes pantyless because she likes the breeze on. I also found myself wondering what kind of realtionship I might have withher as an adult. Would we remain close? What might my future husband andchildren think of her?Finally, I discovered an old photo album. As I opened the pages and saw theblack and white snapshots carefully preserved, I remembered that mommy wasreally almost a century old. Although magic had given her back her youth,she had lived at a time so remote as to seem almost like ancient history tome.As I looked through the book, I. Newly married and shifted recently. She was gorgeous and having nice tight boobs, I always felt that they were not sucked a lot. Her husband was marketing guy always staying out of the city.From the day I saw her, I used to masturbate imagining about having sex with her. I used to dream to fuck all her three holes. I used to become horny wherever she comes to dry washed dress. Her sari would be wet and show her figure. One day when she was drying her dress I was wearing jockey boxer and.