I had fallen in love with her, whether it was the motherly thing or whatever I don’t know. She was maternal to me but much more than that, because s...e was my lover as wellI wanted her full package; I just had to have her fuck. I telephoned her with the excuse of asking her how she was and I hoped I wasn’t too much for her, you know - doing my male ego bit and she, with a brilliant sense of humour, quickly picked up on that.“And there was me thinking the same thing, but about you!”We both. Was she getting excited? I’m not always the quickest on the uptake when it comes to women, but I got it this time. ‘Really?’ She asked. ‘Yes.’ I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. I might get into trouble, but I was betting it would be a fun journey. ‘What do you think about when you. . . masterbate?’ She asked in a low, sultry voice. ‘I don’t know, experiences I guess.’ ‘Not fantasies?’ She asked. ‘No, not often. Usually I think about something that happened in the past.’ ‘How do you. I decided to phone Fiona Beegle instead of answering her e-mail, just to get more detail. “Yes” I was stunned by the way she answered her cell phone.“Hi Fiona, it is Jim Woodridge speaking. I would just like to find out more about your e-mail request for a photo shoot”“O hi dear. Yes it struck me the other night that if I can do a shoot with a few naughty poses, and I know you can do it good. I want to surprise a few of the men and women at work on my birthday, but I don’t want them to see my. ’ She began to strip, pulling her tee-shirt over her head, and hearing him grunt his approval of her bra-clad breasts. They were not large but well formed and suited her slim frame perfectly. She unclasped her jeans, unzipped them and without ceremony pushed them down her legs, climbing out of them. Now she stood before him in bra and panties and he gazed at her greedily, noticing her tight rounded bottom. His fingers moved as if urgent to fondle it. She stopped. ‘Go on!’ he said. ‘And the.