A beautiful Chinese girl. I walked over and gave her a hug and a kiss. “Your home already?” I asked. “Well yeah. I left early so I could get hom... before you left.” She said. “Oohh… well thank you!” “You weren’t listening again I bet.” “I was so…” “No you weren’t… then what did I say I was going to do tonight while your gone?” “Um… hang out with your girls, right?” “NO!” Yep… once again I was in trouble with her. We’ve been together for about a year and a half. She instantly knows when I’m lying. This motion was continued horizontally, then vertically and finally on the diagonal, with Cassie timing each stretch to my breathing. She then moved on to putting her palms together and sliding them down my crack, she repeated the motion quickly, then slowly, varying the pressure, sometimes straight and then with a gentle waving motion, before switching to caresses with just two fingers of each hand. With her hands working in opposite directions, she ran her middle and index fingers over my. Hearingher pull into the garage, I was waiting for her in the foyer, dressedin my floor-length black silk dressing gown. She - and it was she -closed the door behind her and leaned against it. She was wearing atwo-piece charcoal-grey skirt suit with wide-spread lapels, nipped-inpeplum waist, and fitted skirt that ended at mid-thigh. Sheer blackhose graced her shapely legs, ending in simple black patent pumpswith five-inch stiletto heels. Her white silk blouse was open to thecleft of her lapels,. I started talking in that low, soft voice. I told her how pretty she looked and how happy she should feel. When she smiled, I followed some of the ideas I got off the Internet. I told her that she was very relaxed and comfortable and that she was going to sleep, but that she should still listen to my voice. After a few minutes I took my chance."Mom, you have beautiful breasts." I said very quietly."Thank you Kevin, that's nice of you to say." She replied."I would like to see them." I.