Mother just turned forty eight a week ago and she looks a lot like the girl Dad married thirty years ago. Who looks at their Mom really like I said Mo... is Mom that’s all. But I had reason to look at her and I was surprised to see she is still a beautiful lady. Slight of build but trim with a nice curvy figure. She has never been one to show off in any way so even her dress is reserve nothing flashy, nothing to show off her really cute figure. Her mousy brown hair is cut in a way that does not. When I did, my hand brushed across my breast. As if in a dream or in none. This brought me back to the thoughts of you.That warm soft thought of feeling your hand touching me. A sense of longing and passion surged through my entire body. My breasts, so hungry to be touched.I stood alone eyes closed. I could feel the pleasant, breeze coming. As my thoughts became lost in you. My spirit became lost in you. My heart became lost in you. And my body became one with you. I felt the heat of you, as. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous this guy was and wondered why he would be talking to herDominatus: Megan? Anything you want to say?Megan: Your very handsome sir, I feel lucky that I got to talk to youMegan felt her hand stray and rub softly over her thong covered mound when the next message cameDominatus: Are you horny Megan?Her hand moved away from her pussy quickly and then she laughed at herself, it was just a lucky guess she thought and put it back onto her pussy.Megan: What makes you. The Maître d's most ardent desire was that this extremely wealthy customer should be kept happy. Tips in thousands of euros were very rare, even in La Potinière, though what the young Emir saw in Paulette, he could not fathom."Hullo," he said as Paulette came to the table with bread rolls and butter."Your Magnificence," she said with a little bobbed curtsey."His Magnificence is not here today," said the Emir, "Just another customer. Call him 'sir' if you like."His eyes, she felt, followed her.