Curious, I walked forward a little more. Across from the couch with my mom’s night dress was her, sitting on the couch fully nude. I got scared and ...oved back a bit. Interested, I ducked down and slowly moved to the edge of the kitchen to get a better view. The lights were all turned off except for a small night light. From that I could see it was indeed my mom. To my surprise though, she wasn’t only sitting on the couch, but also my cousin. I was shocked, I couldn’t believe it. My cousin had. I felt my side for my gun and realized bitterly that I left it at home. Shit! I braced myself and opened the door. Luckily, there was no killer inside. In fact, I didn't see anybody. My eyes scanned about the room, her desk, her pencil sharpener and the little plaque that read 'Casey Sinclaire'. Papers were neatly sorted on her desk. "Mr. Smith?" the voice behind me made me jump. I turned to see Casey who looked concerned. "Oh, Ms. Sinclaire... Sorry. I heard a noise," I said. She stared at. The suite had kind of a sitting room adjoining the bedroom. We went in there and I called down for the drinks. In five minutes a guy was there with two margaritas and a tumbler with some more in it, which I put on the bar. We left our shoes at the door of course. I looked Izumi up and down, from her stockinged toe, up her perfect calves and hips, to her angel's face. We sat and looked out at the lights as she told me more about her character, Z. Is Z very beautiful? I asked her. She is. As always, ZOO98 was blaring across my speakers and the evening sounds of Fleetwood Mac vibrated throughout the coupe. She snuggled up next to me and proceeded to unzip my pants as I drove onto Hwy. 337. Reaching into my pants and shorts, she began to softly massage my balls, while kissing me hard on the neck and bringing forth my first hickey in about five years. My hardening cock was enjoying the attention she was giving me. She easily went down on my risen rod and began to blow me for the.