As for my home life I had no complaints there, neither of my parents were overbearing, they were proud of my achievements and always encouraged me in ...hatever I did. Mum was a social animal, between her clubs and events we rarely saw her in the evenings, but it kept her happy and didn't give her much time to pry into my sexual activities. Her one wish was that I would find a 'nice' man and settle down, but it was not one of my priorities in life so the less time she had to raise the matter the. During the second night on one occasion when I awoke, I was aware of one of Maria’s heavy legs straddling my body. I was concerned that she might feel my cock through my thin pyjamas and I was terrified that with the heavy musky perfume that she wore in bed coming into my dreams, I might actually have a ‘wet dream’. I did notice that my cock was rigid for most of the night, but as Maria made no mention of anything like this, even as a joke, I thought it best not to worry. I would press down on. After an hour or so the time came to use the bathroom. As I exited the cubicle and went to the sink to wash my hands, I saw two girls coming out of the stalls in the mirror behind me. One of them was my ex-girlfriend, Rose. She was dressed as a sexy cop. She was a 5 foot ebony girl with massive DD breasts. The police uniform was low-cut to expose her massive cleavage, and the matching skirt barely covered her ass. To finish the outfit she was wearing black heeled boots. Her friend Nicole was. Laura, it turned out, worked for the museum in human resources and she was assigned to check tickets that night. I didn't recognize her until she said my name. "James Hunter? Jimmy?" She looked different, still very pretty but now she was blonde. She was never blonde."Laura?"She stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She had always been taller than me, about 5'10'' but now I was 6'1" and she had to look up for the first time. "Is it really you?" She looked again at the invitation and noticed.