Wow, reality is much better than fantasy!Another day, another long wait for what I'm looking forward to all day. The worry that he might not be there ...oday. That someone else sits in my seat, I'm in a bad mood to my customers!During lunch I ponder my, my er, watcher, my voyeur! I'm an exhibitionist he's MY voyeur. I wonder what he thinks, what he thinks of me? Probably just grateful! An interdependence, one doesn't exist without the other. I'm in control, he gets to see what I show him. He has. I pressed my cock deep inside her. Mom raised her legs and pulled me down with her lets.I kept on spattering. When I was completely empty, I slowly released myself from her arms. My cock was getting softer and smaller. Mom released my hips and relaxed her legs. I pulled my soft cock out of her and fell on her side.We both were spent and exhausted. Mom’s eyes were half-closed. I could see a great amount of satisfaction on her face. Looking at the ceiling I asked her, “Neetu, were you happy,. I blew my load into his mouth and he just kept on going at it. Finally, it was tickling so bad, I had to make him stop. But I did thank him profusely.He gave me his business card with his phone number and told me that if I ever wanted a repeat performance, to give him a call.So during the course of the next couple of years, I would call up Clyde ever once in a while and he'd usually invite me over for a repeat performance. Occasionally, Clyde would already be entertaining another man when I. She posed for lots of pics, all on video as well, in different lovely outfits, and then, at Her last change, came in wearing lingerie! I’d never before been in the same room as a woman so scantily clad – and that showed.I was dumbstruck, and Miss Danica had to try to lift my stunned silence. (How She and Miss Leigh laughed when Miss Danica told Her!) She posed for many pics in the outfit, and though I’d again been looking just through the viewfinder where I couldn’t really focus on Her, this.