Go to sleep watching the stream and trying to remember things important to me.The first time I saw HER, the lady who changed my life when I was 13 by ...eing my friend and letting me love her without letting it go out of bounds.When she trusted me enough to let me hold her and kiss the tears out of her eyes when she was upset. I was 15 and she was 27. She taught me not only that I could but it was worthwhile and desirable to put the welfare of others before myself.The first time I held my first. "Zack, Zack Stone, what are you doing here?" No, Mom, his name is Jeff."I didn't say a word. It was Helen, one of my regular clients when I was in the business. I must have had sex with her over ten times in the four years I was an escort. There is nothing I hadn't done to her including spanking and anal sex.Helen looked at her daughter. "Diane, come with me, we have to talk." She was telling her, not asking her.A few minutes later Helen came into the room and told me to leave. Diane wouldn't. Finally the day came around. On that Saturday afternoon as the spring snow was melting I hopped a bus across town and knocked on Doug and Pam's door. My heart was practically beating out of my chest, and I had been ridiculously hard for about 24 hours now. Doug opened the door and we exchanged a nod of mutual acknowledgement. He invited me in, and pulled the d****s closed leaving only the incandescent orange hue over their living room. Doug sat down in the arm chair in the corner as I removed. Damn, she had me hooked already. I kept imagining what this woman would look like simulating my aunt, and I was almost feverish with excitement.I logged in and she let me in for a private chat. Molina was leaning into the cam. The dark-red churidar she wore clung tightly to her frame. Her cleavage was squeezed tauntingly together, and her voluptuous breasts formed enormous mounds that almost threatened to pop out of the low-hung cut of her sexy top.Her lipstick was a light-fuscia that glistened.