To me, that is the best kind of story.When I was in college, I had a this italian buddy in my fraternity. His mom was smoking hot! Everyone of us woul... eye fuck her when she came to visit him at the frat house. Needless to say he didn't care for our eye googling and would typically keep her away from the house. I don't know about anyone else, but I could swear that she enjoyed the attention just by the looks and slight touching she would always do. You know, the stroke of the arm as she talks. When their embrace ended, they moved into the living room while Greg grabbed them all a drink before joining them. They sat there catching up on what had happened in each other's lives. Traci was relieved that the baby was doing fine and that the trial had went as expected.For her part, Traci gave an accounting of what had happened at home. "Mom and Dad didn't tell me anything was going on before I got home, but I could tell something wasn't right. When I would call, they would be preoccupied. A final check in the mirror ? I looked fabulous ? before putting my keys in my handbag and walking out the door.I'd been a bit apprehensive about strolling down the street dressed as a woman. OK, with the skin on, I looked exactly like a beautiful woman, but there was more to it than that. There were quite a few people out on that Friday evening, and I was suddenly aware that everybody seemed to be looking at me. Was I do something wrong? After all, women do almost everything differently to. She pretended to drop her napkin next to Julian's thigh and when she reached over to get it, she leaned towards his ear and asked him a very startling question."Would you like me to suck your prick, Julian:?"From his reaction, Marie wondered if she'd said it loud enough.So she repeated it, "Would you like me to suck your prick, Julian?" I heard you the first time," he stuttered. "Are you serious?" Very!" When?" How about now, right here?" Huh?" Yes, right here. This is a dark booth and no one.