But all I had when I was finished was a hollow feelinginside.I spent the next week moping around. (My parents were on a retreatsomewhere in South Ame...ica, and I had nowhere to go for the holidays.)Then, one day, I was holding the pad of paper with Liz's number on it, andI flipped the page just before it. Right there, on the page, was thenumber where I could reach Louise. Thinking about it, I picked up thenumber and called."Hello?" Um, is Louise there?" Sure. May I ask who's calling?" This. She pours two glasses and hands one to me and I sit up to take it from her allowing the solitary crisp white cotton sheet to fall from my breasts as I do so.My mother gets into bed next to me so that our bodies are touching and languidly places her left thigh over my right one as she takes a sip of the chilled, crisp, white burgundy. I take a sip of mine and carefully place the glass on the side table before turning to her and kissing her full on the lips allowing wine to trickle down the. I fuck harder, pulling your head back, my balls are smacking your clit. You have both hands on the wall again for additional support and leverage to thrust back at me! You arch your back and begin to match my thrusts, driving your pussy as far as possible up on my cock! You feel the head of it banging against you cervix - my god that cock is in there deep! A slight discomfort, pushing feeling goes through you each time my cock impacts deep in you which is not unpleasant - actually it inflames. The day I met him I dressed up skirt, low cut shirt, painted my nails and ties and wore slave sandals as they are called. He took me to his house and we chatted and drank for hours out of the blue he asked ?ARE YOU READY? with my head swimming I said yes. Without another word he picked me up off the couch and put me on the floor. He stripped all my clothes off in what felt like a blink of the eye. He stopped and went to closet and got a weird looking outfit. Again he asked ?are you ready? I.