There was no back to the light blue material as she promised. The hem ended almost at the beginning of her ass cheeks. The front was like a halter, go...ng over her neck and spreading wide to reveal the inner halves of her firm breasts. The material hugged her curves like a second skin.Tracy was wearing a very short pink wrap-around dress, that was adjusted in front to maximize her wonderful cleavage. “You are the first man to see this dress on me. Feel how soft the material is.” She caressed. She looked at him and realized that he was her "date." She smiled and sat next to him on the coffee bar, letting her knee peak thru the slit of her wrap skirt as she crossed her legs. "So Mr. Hypnotist, where do we go from here?" she said. She was clearly experienced with meeting men off craigslist. There was no chit chat, no names, just an abrupt, what-are-you-going-to-do-for-me-tonight attitude. He explained how they needed to find a quiet place where she could relax and she explained how she. And when mom come for sleep in my room she used to cry and sleep. so it used to disturb me a lot how could i make my mom happy. and when she used to sleep i used to watch her sleeping and some times mom used to sleep in peticoat and blouse and i used to watch her curves and in all this i dont know when i develop incest in me and i used to think of making love to her and then i started smelling her used bra panties and matsrubate in them. let me describe you about my mom she is 5’5″ tall. "The bus stop around here somewhere?" I asked."Right here, homey," one answered. "Should be comin round in about twenty minutes." Hope you can make it that long," the one that had made the crack about the hood commented.I looked around again, not seeing anything that offered comfort to me. The street was lined with liquor stores, cheap motels, and the occasional sub-human apartment complex. There were alleys between each of the buildings that undoubtedly contained all manner of thug of all.