Still, the whole thing had an element of naughtiness and secrecy...a tinge of 'bad boy' and silence made the idea of the adventure shiny and exciting.... tiny smile curled up, unbidden, at the very corner of my lips.I couldn't wait. *I was supposed to report for my first day at 10 AM. I had no idea what to wear. I decided on a modest blue sundress.I followed the directions up into to the mountains to an entranceway in a large hedge. There was an open iron gate, and a pretty black and gold plaque. ’ I replied. I watched his eyes as he bent his head to my lips and gently pressed his lips against mine. I turned more in my chair to let my head move closer to his, leaning back and letting my tongue slip slowly along his lips. ‘Mmmm, I like that’ he whispers as he draws my tongue into his mouth and sucks gently on it. ‘Mmmmm’ I hear myself moan. I keep my mouth to his and let my tongue stroke his with a fury of long held back need. I turn myself in the chair and face him with my knees on. Then opened it again. “I built it for you, not for me.” He stood up, the Dalek casing reaching up to his shoulders. Which meant the waistline where the arms stick out... ah, now you’re sharing my imagination, aren’t you. And while Michael was a little slower on the uptake, and I needed to say a few words, make the odd suggestion, he finally caught on as well. And, with a resigned “you really are twisted, sometimes, you know that don’t you,” he undid the cord of his dressing gown and six. In fact, I loved thinking about her in my most intimate moments, the pleasure was addictive.My mom seemed shocked by my admission. She wanted more details, asked me how I felt when I came and thought of her, and wondered how it all started. I was only too happy to answer her questions as it allowed me to express myself openly and I was so excited to do so. At last, I was able to live my most forbidden fantasy.“Mom, I’m so excited,” I started.“I know you are, honey,” she answered.“Mom, do you.