“All right.”After our session that night, Jason and myself went on our excursion.“Now, you sure this chick is real?”I wasn't exactly sure how ...o answer this. She may be a Catfish.“Jase, we exchanged pictures. We exchanged nudes. She said she eats...”“Stop. Like a cupcake? Just notify me if she's real. We'll have a plan. Text me if it ain't her on the low.”“All right,” I said. We arrived slowly. I got out of the car and slowly turned around.“Good luck,” Jason said.“Thanks, man.”I slowly walked. As you hold one of the strawberries a little too long, some of the chocolate melts and drips onto your legs and your firm perky breasts.When I finish brushing your hair, I offer you my hand, and you take it and stand up. I guide you to our king size bed. Before you climb on, I untie and remove your robe, leaving you naked to my hungry lust-filled gaze. I place a neck pillow on the bed allowing you to lay face down, to ensure your comfort while I massage you. Before you lay down, I lick the. I noticed she refused to look down at my winky. She was really shy.Marti stayed under the blanket until she was all the way into my bedroom. She didn't turn the light on, so I suspected that was how she wanted it and left it off.Marti turned to face me and I put my arms around her. It was a little awkward because her arms were crossed holding the blanket in place, but I managed to push the cowl off her face and kiss her. She really did look like a brunette Joni Mitchell.She wriggled to indicate. "Tell me, William, were you just going to try to masturbate? I know you haven't been with a woman lately and that is something you need to do I'm sure. Something you even should do," I added."Well, gosh, mom," he said quietly. "You can't possibly do that with your hands in such a state," I told him. "Let me do it for you." Oh mom, no," he protested. But I slid my hand up under the sheet and took hold of his cock. It got hard with my grip."I just want to help you, son," I said. "Besides, it.