Every inch of her carried his favourite tastes and scents. He loved her eager responses in their small, intimate touches: mouth on his ear, breath on ...is neck, the way her chest hitched when he kissed just below her throat. At this rate they wouldn’t even be able to make the short distance to the bed. She reached down for his belt buckle and fumbled clumsily with the unfamiliar metal, eager to peel back the fabric and get down to the fleshy fruit of his body, all hot blood and. You are really getting into this." She then said in an almost little girl sing-song voice "We just might have more than one masochist with us tonight."I opened my eyes and saw Judy sitting on the floor in front of me with several other girls. She was at the very front sitting in that almost kneeling position where a girl more or less sits on her ankles. I don't know how girls do that. Men don't sit that way, but women do all the time. Everyone turned to look at her, and she scrunched herself. You look me straight in the eye and say, "umm, yes sir there is?" Oh and what is that??" I ask, wondering where this is going."I am not wearing regulation panties sir," you state.I am a little shocked at your blatant response, so I decide to press you on the matter, "oh, and what are you wearing then? You better stand up and show me right this minute Miss Kitten."To my surprise you just calmly stand and then slowly, bit by bit pull your skirt up, revealing your very shapely legs. I know I am. A year later I was to present him with a son.A door banging upstairs jerked my mind back to the present; this sulk had now lasted three days, or put another way ever since he'd had that fateful call from his girlfriend."If I knew how to go about it I'd hire him a girl for the night!" Sam said with a sigh.And from his words an idea suddenly formed in my head, if all my son needed was a female to show off why not his mother. Feeling pleased with myself I passed my thought on to my husband who put.