= "I, uh, guess she- I do. Multi-media stars have more than one hook that gets people attached to them." You used to be a tomboy?" she was just asking...for confirmation of what she'd read."Yes. A tomboy. That's what I am, at heart! That's the perfectly logical reason I don't like to wear girls' clothes!" You must have had a difficult time wearing all those outfits the designers created for you." Of course, I have! Wearing guys' clothes is a defense! A way to get away from the life I don't want!". Questions began to run through her head faster than her muddled mind would check them--how did I get home? Who dressed me?--it's my nightgown I'm wearing! Why did it happen? Why, why?She stumbled from the bed and lurched heavily to the bathroom mirror, looking into it quickly."My God," she moaned, "it did happen, it wasn't a nightmare!" Heavy lines marred her fresh, young skin. Her eyes were sunk deeply into her head as though she had aged years since yesterday.She looked down. Her body was a. My hands gripping the meat of his solid pecs.I pulled out of him and watched with fascination as my cum, thick and white, poured out of him. We lay down in our mess and he stroked the soft dark red hairs on my chest. He kissed my left nipple, swirling his hot wet tongue around it. I buried my head in his sweaty hair and inhaled him. He was mine and I was his. I was in love with this man, and he was in love with me.We barbecued that night. Ribs, steak and shrimp with a side of his mother's. So, what did she have to offer to a younger man? Experience? She really didn't have a whole lot of that. Well, maturity... acceptance... warmth. And what was it a young guy wanted after all? A combination mother and lover. She'd give it her best shot.First priority was the minor matter of acquiring expertise in the art and science of lovemaking. Tilda began by reading the classics on the subject: the "Kama Sutra," Richard Burton's translation of the "Perfumed Garden," and Alex Comfort's "The.