“Do you like the smell of your mommy?” she asked. I did and also said so. It had a kind of sweet fragrant. My mother got up again and positioned h...rself over my lap with one leg on either side of me. She grabbed my dick and directed it to her warm and wet pussy. As the tip of my penis touched her lips she let out a moan. She rubbed it on her entrance for some time. Then finally she slowly let herself down and pushed my hard cock into her inch by inch. It was incredible to feel that tight pussy. "Leave it inside yourself. It'll take somegetting used to, but you'll enjoy it after a while. And if you try to doanything funny..." She pressed a button on a small remote in her hand andmy insides began to vibrate. I quivered and fell to my knees. Sheturned it back off and I realized, I clearly had no choice but to goalong with this.She took me to the bathroom and pulled out a razor. I didn't like wherethis was going at all, but again had no choice but to go along with it.She shaved my. ”“I’m half Scottish, half French.”“And in bed, are you Scottish or French?”“I am… my own brand.” I felt slightly uncomfortable, as if had lost the code for these flirting games, but also very pleased and excited at the same time. “Where are you headed?” Simon Thomas asked.“Going to B for a connecting train, and you?”“Going to B as well. This is great!”Usually, I like to be on my own. But not this time.The train arrived and we boarded. There weren’t many people on it. We chatted lightly. He got. Isabella instantly recognised the cultured voice of her zio Anton, her father’s oldest friend, a widower in his early 50s. Si, Uncle Anton!’ exclaimed Isabella, unbolting and opening the heavy door, relieved that this was no stranger she would have to deal with. It was raining heavily outside but, despite his soaked clothes and hair, Isabella hugged her ‘uncle’ and fussed over him, imploring him to take off his coat and dry himself by the study fire. ‘I do sincerely apologise, Isabel’, said.