We all were sure what was going to happen next.Kim's face got pale and it was obvious to us he was starting to mist. He was being called back to his H...st and didn't have the slightest idea what was happening to him. Seeing I had the closest connection to him as he faded into the abyss I fed over to him, "Don't worry. Everything's OK."I could feel his panic as he saw everything go white around him. "No, it's not," he thought to himself in response to the flash, "I'm dead."I tried to continue to. Our eyes met. Not the proverbial romantic moment, but a mutual smile of recognition. Of being pleasantly surprised that sometimes pictures don’t lie. The conversation was lovely. Just like our e-mails, but with her voice speaking them out loud. Her accent, to me sounding so exotic, and yet to her, my North American voice was equally accented. We walked to my car, talking, as I carried her bag. There had been no prior plans, no expectations of why she was here, or how long she was staying or. He pulls all the d****s and lowers a screen to block out the view from the back of the truck.He reaches for my crotch and starts to rub my cock through my pants. Then he unzips my fly and undoes the button, gets down on his knees and pulls my pants and shorts down to my ankles. My pecker is aimed right at his face and he grabs it and starts licking - up and down the shaft and he retracts my foreskin and with the tip of his tongue, he licks around the head. Next he starts sucking my balls and. After dinner I went down to the studio and turned on the lights. My hard-on had gone down but when I heard the clip-clop of mom's heels coming down the stairs it perked up again.She bought down several hangers of outfits she wanted to wear along with the underwear she was going to model. When she took off her dressing gown she was wearing a full-body girdle (what they call a foundation garment I believe).I had never seen anything like it before. Her tits were busting out (excuse pun) of the top.