I’m sure it’s something suitable. “Lada dedadeda de, la de da, la de da,” she hummed to herself as she climbed the stairs with an armload of c...othing. Bing-bong! The doorbell rang just as Alice unceremoniously dumped the armload of clothing onto the bed. “It’s open!” she shouted, assuming it was Carla, and not the UPS man or somebody else. Com’on in. I’m upstairs, putting clothes away. There’s coffee in the kitchen. I’ll be right down.” Carla let herself in, and went through the living room. Every escort massage until that point had had some sort of clinical attitude, but Ginger had her mouth right near my ear, reassuring me occasionally, whispering banal yet incredibly arousing things in my ear.I felt something on my upper back and realised she had taken her negligee and bra off at some point. She was straddling my ass, so I could feel she still had her panties on. Her tits lightly brushed my back at times, and I knew I was in for a treat. The thrill was still there, and I was. Mum dropped the knife and turned and wrapped me in her arms, hugging me tightly and saying,"Don't be so silly! Of course I don't find you repulsive! Just the opposite, in fact, - I find you too attractive and desirable. I don't feel I can trust myself when you touch me." She looked most distressed as she said this and I could see that my ploy had worked. She gave me a quick kiss and released me, turning back to carry on with the vegetables, and I headed upstairs feeling smug and pleased with. I’ve wanted you for so long.” We kiss again, even harder than before, his middle finger sliding inside me as I massage his dick, making it jut and swell to its full length. I can’t recall a time where I’ve ever wanted to be fucked more, his finger work making me deliciously wet. I’m ready and willing to have sex right here in the open air. “Fuck me NOW. This minute!” He smiles sexily, then proceeds to hook his arms under my knees. Sweeping me up and pressing me against the wall. He keeps me in.