I felt a little wet patch forming in the gusset of her hose but I doubted it would be noticeable and I was determined that this time I wouldn't come o... her and leave a telltale puddle of semen in her crotch.I enjoyed a lovely fifteen minutes or so panty-popping my mother; my orgasm was close but I was able to control it. The wet patch in my mother's pantyhose crotch was growing as I leaked more and more pre-seminal fluid and I was considering pulling my cock out of her crotch so I could. She pressed play, it was the two of us singing together, I’d never heard a recording of myself singing before nor ever, us singing together, we’d talked about making a cd but never actually got to do anything about it.I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, it was brilliant, somehow they’d even cleaned up my shaky start. I looked at Dawn and she had that silly grin on her face, “You knew, didn’t you?” She just nodded.Then she took another letter from the envelope and handed it to me, her hand. There was something about this creature that captured me, it was like looking at my reflection, I felt a numbness coming from her like an empty shell of melancholy emanating from within her that made me want to know more about her.x x x x x xHe jumped out in front of me like a ghost and frightened me. I caught his eyes with mine briefly before I noticed that shiny flashlight gripped in his large, strong hands. His presence was overbearing like that of a beast, the air around him felt hot and. Gathering up her courage, she obeyed the letter and took from her bag the blindfold and a length of thin nylon cord consisting of two loops and a slipknot. Leaving the bag on a windowsill, she took them to the centre of the yard where, after a quick glance around her, she put on the blindfold. Putting her hands behind her back she slipped the loop of the cord over her thumbs, and then pulled her hands slightly apart causing the knot to slide up tight, locking her thumbs together. She was now.