Christie walked me back to the room at the end of the hall.She helped me undress and get into the little outfit I had picked out. She eyed me as I did...a little twirl at her request. We both sat down on the bed. She started to rub my shoulders and I immediately melted in her hands. To my surprise I was beginning to feel turned on. Her soft hands kneaded my tense shoulders and slowly moved down my back. I could feel the goose bumps rise along my skin where her hands touched.She kept it strictly. Oddly enough, she felt no shame doing this with him. It felt good, deliciously good. The feel of her son's very hard cock between her tits sent ripples of excited desire going up and down her body and her clitoris throbbed as much as his cock did and her cunt was pulsating as if it were about to explode into a tremendous orgasm. She was breathing hard and hot, her chin tucked downward, her blue eyes glazed over with steaming pleasure as she watched her son fuck her between the tits.She lifted. We don’t say anything else, just parting ways. After I bring the laundry inside, I go to my bedroom. It’s only noon, and I have a few more hours before the kids come home. I decide that I need to come. I grab one of my favorite toys, and slide it inside me. I don’t even need to work myself into a state of wetness, because I’m already there. I lie there, listening to the sound of the lawn mower outside. It’s loud, and almost the only thing I can hear. Of course, I can hear my breathing, which. While we were in Cyprus, I briefed Leibah about the introduction of our new cell into London proper and she was enthusiastic about the project. I sensed she was like a racehorse at the starting gate and her eagerness to get into the field was quite pleasing to me.I figured the following summer would be a good time to slip into the Western world and hide like little fish in a sea of other fish in the general population. My contacts in England had advised me that it was a good time to enter.