I would like to write to you and tell you about this obsession of mine just to put it out there. I know there are a lot of women like me who get the s...me urges and wants. They might think they are abnormal, or sluts or whores, but I don't think so. The urges they have, I am sure, are normal and even healthy.If I write my story to you would you write it into one of your erotic pieces?Love, PamelaDear Pamela,Thank you for your "fan" letter. I'm flattered by the effect my stories have had on you.. I was in my underwear in front of her. I removed her blouse as it has only 2 threads tied at the back. I removed her saree and petticoat and she was in her under garments (bra, panty) before her son.She pushed me on the bed and started kissing me from head to toe. She kissed my penis with my underwear on. She was sitting on my penis and asked me to remove her bra. I obeyed her and was happy to see the breasts of my mom for the first time. I touched them for the first time and was in cloud nine. Moving to a terminal phone he calls the security unit and asks for the security commander. Very soon a voice responds, “Ernie Bradley, Shift Security Commander, how can I help you?”The reporter says, “Ernie, Roadrunner, I’m at the RAHS passenger tunnel. You best start a security lock down for the terminal and get over here with an extra squad of security. The inbound RAHS unit is a sixty seater with only twenty passengers listed, so that means a number of class A passengers, and Vanessa Cable. With that she left him in there. Alone. Strangely, Tim was a little disappointed with the waythings had gone so far. Two shots, a hotel room, and that'sit? He had somehow envisioned the procedure as being muchmore dramatic. Nevertheless, he did feel a littlesomething. His arms and legs were all prickly, almost likegoosebumps, but without the chill, just... well... prickly.He also felt as if his ears were burning up. Sure enough,as he looked in the mirror, he saw them a deep shade ofred, as if.