Great idea #2 was offering a few different times that I knew I could be over there. So my ad stated I'd be out there from 10-10:15am, then again ...oon-12:15, and final opportunity was 2pm. I honestly had no idea if this would work, but what the heck. If no one showed up I just head back across the street an get more work done. It was almost 10am so I rolled over to the parking lot and got out of the car. I walked around it looking around for possible craigslist guys, but didn't see. Being cautious, I decided to pull Mom’s hair away from her back anyway. My knuckles grazed Mom’s back as I gathered her hair to pull it out a bit and was halfway through my brush stroke before I realized that the material was oddly warm and soft. The next stroke confirmed it but it wasn’t until the third stroke, when I peered under the pulled out hair, that I knew for certain that my knuckles had scraped along Mom’s bare back.She wasn’t wearing a nightgown. I pulled her hair way out from her. He didn't even finger her much; certainly nowhere near enough to give her a climax.The next morning, after Helen had sucked him off and licked his penis clean without Derek making the slightest move to give her any sexual satisfaction, he telephoned Hajji Darwish Dosmukhamedov and explained the problem of Helen's lack of a passport.~What is this woman to you?~ asked the elderly Kobekistani."She will be a member of my harem," said Derek, using English to be sure that Helen really understood her. "I'm so sorry, Emma," Amanda apologised, bringing Emma back from her thoughts. "I completely forgot about your stockings. You must be soaked, still." Emma concentrated on her legs, but they felt quite dry now. 'Must be the heat in here, ' Emma thought, but on glancing down noticed the small splatter marks where they had dried and thought it probably would be a good idea to change them anyway. She picked up the packet of stockings and was about to go and change them when she realised she didn't.