You have been controlling my sexuality and kinkiness for months now. We started as just friends until I accidentally mentioned that I had a fantasy ab...ut be submissive to a hot woman. Your reply was "Am I hot enough for the job?" You of course know the answer, because you are the hottest woman I have ever met.From that moment on, we have been more than friends. Almost all of our conversations now had a sexual undertone if they weren't blatantly about sex or kink. It didn't matter that we both. ’ I thought about it briefly and realized she was right. It was as big a relief to me as it was to my mother. It wasn’t just the right thing to do, it was an essential thing to do for my peace of mind. Mother got her flight with Ernie and returned gushing with excitement about what she saw and how much she enjoyed every minute of the two-hour excursion. They spotted a pod of Orcas heading up one of the channels and Ernie dropped down to 300 feet to allow Mom to get some good close-ups. Further. .. poor old man. I watched the tears track down his weathered and wrinkled cheeks, and I saw the anguish in his eyes. I saw pain and loss, horror and fear, I saw a man deeply troubled by this and I believed him. I did. I came here today, prepared to tell this man that I wanted nothing to do with him, that I hated his whole family, his entire bloodline, but now?You can imagine that I am not a touchy-feely kind of kid. Yeah, I can do the social thing and shake hands, a hug for a kid or an old. He looked soinnocent lying there that it was hard for Sheila to believe that onlyhours before he was fucking Wendy like the young stud he really was.Sheila stood there in her son's room and stared at him with fucking andsucking on her mind. Her cunt was damp with dew, damp with femininepassion. She had to touch him.She bent toward him silently, her full luscious tits jiggling slightly.She reached out, and her warm hand grazed his tiny brown nipples. Herhand dropped lightly on the muscles of his.