It seemed like she was waiting for someone. I felt myself swelling under her gaze and hoped that my attraction hadn't become to obvious as I turned to...take the lift. I wondered if it could have really been her but as I had arrive early I didn't think it could have been.I found my room at the end of a soul-less corridor and headed for the shower. The hot water was soothing and relaxing. As I soaped my body my thoughts wandered to the beautiful woman in the foyer... I was quite taken by her and I. I like looking at them too much when I'm bored. Just accept they're mine. Even if I did delete them you'd just let me take some more, so what's the point? But I've already told you silly, I'm not going to ruin you or anything. Think about it. Why would I do that? Who's going to look after my feet if I don't have you? I'm intending to have you pay for my pedicures for a very long time. And I like that it's you, a judge at work that does it. You all think you're so high and mighty you see, and. Their heavy and soft weight bounced up, jiggled adorably and then the motion was reversed, again and again, with the rhythm of my thrusts. She was making little sounds: “Ah! Ah! Ah!” and her hands were gently touching my hips every time my thrusts brought me close to the entrance to the womb, which was warm, shivering, ready and open for me.Unfortunately I learned my first lesson about things not always going as planned when I slipped out at the last moment. “H-h...!” I exclaimed in surprise. ” I asked “And what a woman’s vagina like?”She lowered herself to the floor as I sat on the bed. Moved in closer to my dick. She said, the flesh of a female’s vagina is smooth like my hand. She rubbed me again and again. She said I would love the sexual sensations that a female would give me. “Like What Mom?” I asked. She said she couldn’t show me because of she was my mother. But she could tell me. Mom is one of those people that needs to talk with her hands. She couldn’t show me with out.