I turned around and seen my mom standing there in a way i have never seen her before. She had her figure into such a tight 2 piece bikini. I couldn’... believe it , her boobs pushing hard on the flimsy material of her bright purple bikini. I saw quiet a few people around her staring at her body. She was oblivious all the eyes on her. She was just so happy to be outside with me. I was really turned on and began to get hard in my shorts. I quickly ran and jumped into the water hiding it so mom. “I’ll make the time,” I said simply.She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and nose with a tissue, and began.“At first it was all I imagined it might be. Roberto had booked me into several concerts in Spain and Italy. He was my business manager and looked after all the bookings and my financial affairs. It started slowly with a concert about once a month. Then, as I gained a reputation for putting on a good performance, the word got around and I was being invited to a number of places in Europe. That being said, I did approach the Zansasi on my first trip, that being the reason for coming at all, and ask about directions to a place of my imagination. A favorite story of mine.They didn't reply then (which I'm told they never do), and I've never heard anything since either. I chalked the experience up to the adventure of talking to an actual alien, who may or may not have been listening, and considered the effort well worthwhile — even though it took me a day and a half for the line I. I wanted to feel him move. I wanted the friction of his shaft in my ass. I was being driven crazy, finally I started trying to move my hips to feel his shaft move. He just held them in his huge hands, not letting me move at all."What do you want?" Dale asked with a smile creeping ever wider on his face. I just stared back at him gasping and moaning and trying to fuck myself on his shaft. "Tell me what you want, you little slut. If you don't tell me, I can pull out now and have you leave."I.