There was a large, gloss black carriage parked outside the entrance to the Observatory, a pair of greys snickering quietly to themselves. There was no...sign of identification on the cab, which seemed somewhat suspicious. Our driver tried to strike up a conversation with the other driver but got nothing more than one syllable answers. Bernhardt jumped down and opened the carriage door for us. Bernhardt came with us as we entered the foyer. We were most surprised to find a brace of security. Hair that’s lurking there, not meant to be seen, but evidence that here lies a fully functioning woman with sexual urges, not some shiny, smooth doll. Not that there was anything wrong with the doll types, of course. But they were the new template, the 21st-century version of a woman, and heading further and further away from their cuddling, fucking, mothering roots. I liked something more earthy, and Hannah was a prime example.“I’m Frank, by the way,” I said, offering my hand to the. Looking back, I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment or reason why this particular fetish of mine as I came to understand it had even come about. I considered myself a normal teenage k** in every way, and enjoyed the simple exploratory pleasures that everyone did. But I had taken it one step further than that perhaps, which became for me an obsession, but one in which I could neither deny myself, nor wanted to, even though I tried over and over again without success to keep from doing it.I didn't. . certainly the best suntan lotion application I've ever had. I'm sorry about... all the noise and stuff." I enjoyed it a lot, Mom." I touched her pussy again, and she shivered. Then I brought my hand, covered in her juices, up to my nose. Mom watched as I inhaled her wonderful scent, then, one by one, put each finger in my mouth and sucked her delicious moisture off.She shivered again as she watched me, then pushed me face-up onto my own lounge."Sweetie," she said with a smile, "I think it's.