Then there was the knock at the door. With my hand on the knob, I opened it slowly. He stood there, expectantly, and I asked him one last time if he w...s sure. He said ‘Yes’ and I stepped back allowing him completely inside. He stepped through the door, his eyes looking at me as though he wasn’t certain I really existed. I could do no more either. There he stood, literally a stranger, a man I had never seen and who had come to make love to me. Closing the door softly behind him, he reached out. As comical as it may sound, at boarding school, we used to present our titties for suckling to a group of known alcoholics, who always hung out at a point at the far wall. It had the convenience of a sturdy set bars, for protection, and allowed us to undress and stick them through and have our nipples sucked and licked.I know you guys reading this will be shaking your logical heads in disbelief, but this was a sexual rite of passage, because we would openly masturbate as the men slobbered over. " Carrie was trying to use all her feminine intuition to win her son over. "I want to make you a proposition. I think we've all been under considerable strain recently... and I'd like to offer you my thoughts on at least one of the reasons why..."Jamie knocked back the first martini. He maintained a neutral expression and purposefully said nothing, waiting for her to continue speaking. Meanwhile he looked her over carefully. Why did he have to be the one stuck with a mother like her... why. I placed my arms through the sleeves of the sheer black see through robe, my lingerie, breasts and pussy clearly visible through the gossamer like material. I looked more of a brothel whore than a slut stripper, but I was pleasantly pleased with my look. The time was 12:30 and my guests would be arriving soon. I poured myself a large glass of white wine, and walked outdoors onto our veranda. There were no neighbours around as I sat at the garden table, d****d in my fuck me lingerie, sipping my.