Aunty said ok and didi dragged me into the room, my heart was pounding fast due to the excitement and I could feel her gripping my hand even tighter.T...e moment we entered her room, she just shut the door and hugged me tightly, and even I wrapped my arms around her, pinned her to the door and hugged her really tight, pressing and rubbing my entire body over hers and feeling every inch of her beautiful body on me, when she tightened her arms around me more tightly I could feel her large juicy. I asked how I could help him and he asked if I could put on an outfit he was considering purchasing for his wife, Judith. Knowing we’d soon have the store to ourselves I locked up and obliged.I put on several skirts and tops, spinning and allowing him to take every bit of me in as I did. Our eyes locked and the chemistry was instantaneous. Soon my private, after hours “modeling” sessions grew in popularity as word had seemed to spread around several online websites.One-night Mr. Wilson wanted. Supposedly Eli was some bad mother-fucker, but Andre wasn’t impressed. He ate bad mother-fuckers for breakfast and shit them out before dinner. He had watched Eli and his buddies practice that fancy bullshit fighting like they thought they were going to be the next Chuck Liddell or something. Eli was the biggest of the three and Andre knew he outweighed him by thirty pounds. A couple of good punches and dumb-shit would be out cold on the asphalt. His phone sounded off. Trey had sent him a text.. .. he..." she stammered, finding it impossible to put into words what had transpired in her son's room."What is it Helen? I don't think I've ever seen you so nervous." You'd be nervous too if your son made a pass at you." What?" smiled her friend, believing that Helen was either pulling her leg or over dramatizing. She saw Helen nod her head confirming her statement. "Well, come on now, every boy goes through that phase of having a crush on his mother." This isn't like that. He all but bragged.