. maybe even sexy, but she was his mother and sons don't look at their mothers that way. Now, he saw her sitting on the sofa with a stranger, wearing..... well he wasn't sure what kind of outfit she was wearing... and kissing a stranger. She had on high heels, which he rarely saw her wear, a very short skirt, which she never wore, and a white blouse. Her hair was braided. She looked like a teenager. What the hell is going on, he wondered?"Open your blouse for me," the man said.Without protest,. Back to my fantasy, as I said before it evolved with me during the different stages of my life till now. The real big step I took to go along with it was my career choice. I decided that the best way to meet and have contact with underwear tailors is to work with one. So I took up modelling and entered that career, I didn't go to lingerie and underwear first place. Because I wanted to get familiar with the whole modelling thing before trying to bring my fantasy to life. I became a hit in. Indeed, if he was the Son of God, a minute was more than she needed. ‘Hi Peter.’ ‘Dawn, what are you doing here? You’re not schedule to work until tonight.’ Peter looked at her with stars in his eyes. He moved away from the other customers standing at the front desk so that he could have a private conversation with the woman of his dreams. At 5’7′, Dawn was everything her name promised. Blonde and beautiful, she had the body that any big hotel would want their hostesses to have. ‘I need a. Make her moan like a whore and cum just by running my tongue across and all over her smooth skin. She kept on going aaaaa … and Isss …… and Ufff …with every stroke of my tongue and I loved the sound of her moaning. It gave me that motivation that feeling that I am on the right path.The session we had just 2 hours early made me feel that I had nothing to complain about my life. Every time I had made love to her made me feel the same be it a long session which involved foreplay or just a quick.