She started to rub sun oil all over herself. She asked me to put some on her back.just as I finished .I heard a load motorcycle pull up. Dina jumped u... oh boy he’s here!! she ran out the front door. Grabbing her tiny purse. See you later be good. She said. I looked out the front window and got a good look at this Roosevelt guy. He was on one of those crotch rockets. He wasn’t that tall 5’1 1” he had big muscular arms. But what was shocking was that he was kind of fat. He had a gut and was. I felt like I had virtual sex without any computer effects. It was now close to the evening, and I completed my work tasks. I was in an accomplished mood, and felt great. As I was getting ready to go home, Dellanira walked in my office with her shirt unbuttoned. She stood there blushing like a shy schoolchild thinking of the right words to say. ‘Hey, Goddess, I was thinking about you all day!’ I said. ‘Oh, really,’ Dellanira smiled. ‘I had you on my mind too.’ ‘So what took you so long to put. "She lifted my modesty magazine off my dick and stared at the shrinking tool. She squinted, she smiled and then she sighed. Repeating herself,"But not since your Dad shipped out."I lay there frozen in time, unable to breathe. Mom reached out her hand and touched my cock, making it grow – if that was even possible. Her head shook. She began to stroke my meat, gently, the way I usually began my masturbation. And just as I always do, she gradually increase the speed of her hand, the friction on my. In my next few emails I will let my hair down and tell you the unvarnished truth about myself. All I will say now, is that for all intent and purposes the face and persona that I present to the public is one of a normal, well educated, successful, family man who is well spoken, polite and considerate of the feelings of everyone I meet in the normal course of events- and that is who I really am. But what does not show is that I am in fact a Stage 3 Sexual Voyeur who loves to see/watch the women.