She went to her room and stripped in front of a full-length mirror.She cupped her tits and tweaked the hardening nipples. One hand went down to her so...ked cunt. Her fingers twirled in the wispy golden hair, dipped farther, and pressed against the puffed- up lips of her waiting cunt.She drew her fingers along the entire length of her dripping pussy, then raised her fingers to her face. She inhaled the delightful fragrance of her sweet cuntjuice, then licked the honey off her fingertips.Going to. “My name’s Mark Brand. I’m a building surveyor. I’ve made arrangements to carry out a survey for the building improvements,” he said, his words evaporating in a cloud of white mist, the fat man ignoring his outstretched hand as he opened the door. “I have a nine o’clock appointment with a Mrs Julie Reid,” he confirmed, lowering his hand and pulling his leather glove back, checking the time on his watch. The fat man brushed hair from his face, raised a cynical eyebrow and gave him a long look.. .but..." I don't know why but I haven't stopped him touching me. Well I do know why, but I'm just finding myself rather confused at the moment. The last hour has been like a nightmare, or rather, like my dreams. Being dressed as a girl does come into my dreams when I'm a sleep sometimes. Sometimes I'm at work, wearing a skirt, serving customers and I know I've been seen, but the way people react differs from dream to dream, sometimes I'm trying to hide, sometimes it seems I have no option but. He had seen my mom in a pic in the photos and had an instant liking for her though after he came to know that she is my mother he said sorry too.I knew that we wouldn’t meet anytime as I would never go to Germany nor would he come to India. Also i had became addicted to Indian Sex Stories site and used to read a lot of stories everyday. My german friend had sex with a woman once in Germany. It was maybe quite normal there but in India, we all know, nothing is spoken directly. One day suddenly.