She wanted more, something like when Helena Bonham Carter met Daniel Day-Lewis in, what was that movie’s name? She wasn’t sure, though she’d li...ed it very much. She wanted to be like Helena Bonham Carter even if she was no longer young and never that pretty. She wanted Thomas to think her pretty. Tonight, she wanted her man. She watched the room, studying the people. Across the room, a middle-aged couple were chatting up a very tall blonde woman. An older married couple in the corner,. I could probably get paid double!"I chuckled. "You called me Master, we are on equal footing right now remember?"Her smile would not be contained. "I'm sorry, Master, but I'm just so excited ... I come to America to model and now I can do that and I have a boyfriend!"I raised an eyebrow. "Is that how you see me? As a boyfriend?"She giggled... "Well ... maybe not a very traditional boyfriend if I have to call him Master ... but I couldn't be happier."Her joy touched me.I'd like to say that I'd. " In reality I hadn't been. She looked at me longingly and said how she missed me holding her. I had to agree and we kissed and tongue wrestled for a bit, while I felt those soft legs, wide sexy hips , motherly belly on my way to her breasts. "I sure miss you playing with them," "Me too, Mom." I fondled and pinched them finally putting my mouth on her hardened nipples, still turning bright pinkish-red upon arousal. Her face had a few new wrinkles and some that had been there had deepened, the. My cock was very hard…she felt it…and I felt her ass crack against my cock. I don’t know…I was shaking…this is John’s wife Nora…and this couldn’t be possibly happening. She didn’t do anything…just stood there…my cock sandwiched between her crack and me….it was the best feeling also the most scary feeling….i was getting so hot, wild, sweaty and helpless with grocery bags on my hand. At that point she said…”Sid, I better go …will catch up later” So she left me hanging outside the door.I went back.