. Now I don’t know much about hypnotism. My understanding is that you can’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to do ... but hell, maybe Mo... did want me to be a teenager again, someone she could control, order around. Someone who listened to her, respected her.Not that I didn’t respect her, of course. But ... well, maybe Mom wanted to go back to a time when I was a kid, instead of a young professional, on the verge of moving out.On the verge of leaving her.Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought. I inserted my cock between your sexy thighs and rubbed my length across the dampness on the fabric covering your mound. You moaned softly reaching a hand between your legs and taking a hold of my cock. You rub my shaft for a short while before informing me I really needed to search deeper. With that you guide the tip of my cock past your wet panties till I'mtouching the entrance to your pussy. Marvelling in the fact that I am about to mount a gorgeous woman whom Ido not know and who obviously. By the time I got out of the shop the car was parked at the side with Joe smoking a cigarette and talking to a young man who just arrived on a mopped scooter. As I walked across the forecourt the young man turned towards me and smiled, 'Hello', he said, and I replied in similar salutation.'Who is this Joe', I asked, opening my bottle and taking a drink. 'This is Billy', said Joe with a broad smile on his face.'I thought he was at the hotel', I asked, curious as to what was going on. 'He is, and. I stood naked in front of the long mirror and sighed. I had dressed for Nassau's arrival in some of my best clothes, but they weren't one I wanted destroyed. There was nothing in the wardrobe I felt like wearing, but it was easy to summon something new out of nothingness. I dressed my lithe pale frame in a sarong of light blue silk, edged with gold and green autumn leaves and a short transparent shirt of the same material. I plaited my hair, and short thick weight of it lying along my neck, and.