He peered under the door to see elegant black heels before reaching up for the latch.Amy strode in wearing a white silk blouse and the skimpy black si...k shorts from Paris, with the elegantly teasing flower pattern that wound around her hips and down between her legs. Her hair was down, and she was wearing high black heels that made her long toned legs tower even higher above him.“Thank god you’re here,” he smiled, sliding on the floor after her, “Thought I’d have to take a day off work.”“You. Enough of the backstory though, let's get down to it.After I graduated from high school I wasn't entirely sure what direction I wanted to go in so I ended up staying at home and looking for a job instead of going off to college like a lot of classmates. The end result of that was me staying home most of the time and searching online which meant I spent a lot more time with my Mom than I had before. Even though she had been a bit of a sexual focus or inspiration during my earlier years I hadn't. I am pretty sure I am not a lesbian.I mean, I like women a lot. I love to look at nude women. I love the pretty nipples and the pert breasts so nicely outstanding. I even like to look at older women. I think breasts and bottoms that sag a bit and laugh crinkles around the eyes and mouth are really sexy. Almost every attractive mature woman I have met makes me feel sexier. I think of what it would be like to wrap my arms and legs around her and cover her face with kisses. But I don't think I am. He had a half-a-dozen things that needed his immediate attention. He prized himself on the ability to move from one need to another, back again, then interrupted by the phone, and back to the other tasks. All seemingly without missing a beat. He had the skills, some said the innate skills, required for this kind of job. Especially at his age. At the tender of age of 30 years old, he was already the owner of his own agency. It hadn’t been easy and he hadn’t been given anything but the initial.