" I said I'd be here," she snapped. "Had to take the fucking bus. It was hot."Her drink came and she downed it without stopping. "Another?" she said, ...olding up the glass."You shouldn't drink so fast when you're overheated," he said, and turned her face and kissed her. "You smell good." You must like the smell of sweat," she said, then smiled, her disposition suddenly improved by his remark. Her drink arrived and she picked it up. "I need this one, too. I'll be nicer now." Take your time, baby,. In my life experience many mothers of friends and mature abstinence have tasted the joys that I have given, often seducing them or myself seduced by signs of "cravings" that inspired me.From the mothers of my friends, the former colleagues of my mother's work, many saw me as a "sexual ransom", a sexuality very much so compressed and repressed; my appearance as a good boy, and with an extra gear, made me often find situations to say the least embarrassing if it was not for my humility, and. But first things first; descriptions. I am a slender young woman of average height, with red hair and dark blue eyes, like the skin of a blueberry. My skin is milky white and dusted with freckles that run from my impish nose, down my neck and over my chest and shoulders. My breasts are round and perky 38 B’s with small pink nipples. Due to years of dance, my tummy is toned and small, flaring out into a pair of wide hips and a soft round ass. Then there is you. You pick me up in your car and I. She finally said, pouring me yetanother glass of wine, "Aren't you going to open your package? Of coursemaybe this isn't the right place. How about on your bed? Bring Butch I'msure he wants to see too."She emptied the bottle into our glasses and balanced them on top of thebox and set it on my bed, carefully and disappeared down the hall to herroom and came back after a couple of seconds. I took my heels off and saton the edge of the bed. She smiled. "No, no, take everything off butyour.