So given the lack of tides in the Med, with the help of Sat Nav chart plotter and some new charts, Al and I left my Spanish mooring just after midnigh..., covering the fairly short distance in a little over a couple of hours, before carefully navigating our way into a tiny harbour, arriving at the small seldom used Jetty in Morocco in the early hours before dawn.Accordinging to Al this was the perfect time to unload our special packages, as aside from the local Police being ‘in the caompany. .. I just could not get enough. The one person whose feet I obsessed over, however, was my very own mother. Ever since I could remember, Mom would wear a skirt with pantyhose and heels to her job at one of the bank branches in town. And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep.. Her breathe over my face driving me crazy and crazy, and I under unconsious state just give her a taste of my tongue to her little juicy lips and started sucking it hard, which let her out of sleep and put a strong hand over my face by slapping me and asked me to move out of the room. I asked her why she is saying so.,she told me that what i was doing is wrong and I asked her if she can do in the sleep then its ok. She surprised and asked me what she has done with me, i told her each and every. Don’t you just love sex?” “Silly question. I’d love to fuck you every day. Maybe more than once a day. I guess we should get married. Someday we’ll get caught having sex in the car.”“Would you be embarrassed?”“No, but I’ll bet the person who caught us would be jealous as soon as he saw how beautiful you are.”“I wouldn’t be embarrassed either. I like making love to you. It doesn’t matter where.”“It’s those end results that make me happy.”“Some people like to be watched having sex. Did you ever.