"What if we have a cupof tea and talk about it first Amanda, I expect mister Larsen droppedthis on you by surprise, as much as he did to me, so let's ...ave some tea,I like a nice cup of tea and we can discuss this window job then, ok?"She felt herself relax a little, it was just she hadn't been prepared fora black man, especially such a huge one. She gave a little smile then sheturned and led him through past the kitchen into the dining room."Amanda, I much prefer to sit in your kitchen than. Leaning against him she felt the warmth of his breath, and melted from his touch. ‘This is going to be wild.’ She thought, and then his hands were brushing her breasts, kissing her neck he felt the nipples stiffen to his touch…….She was whispering his name and other things in French….’I have to learn that language,’ he said to himself. She moved away from him and smiled. ‘I just said that it was time for the boudoir.’ Then as she turned he saw her reflection in the mirror, as she demurely. Unknowingly I was getting attracted sexually towards my beloved mom. Never before I had any such thought in my mind. Once I had a chance to see her changing her sari in hotel room, while we are on a pilgrimage to south. She is a voluptuous lady of 48 years old now. She is a little short height, very fair colored lady. In this very mature age, you can’t believe, she is damn beautiful. I was watching her changing wet sari in the morning pretending to be asleep in hotel bed.Her naked buttock was. Anne had been working on touching up her makeup while I was admiringmyself. It only took her a few minutes to add some dark eyeliner and adeep red lipstick. Those little changes made a huge change in how shelooked.My thoughts were interrupted. "Okay Girlfriend, you can stay in herewhile I change but don't be a perv, okay." Her smile said it was mostlya joke, her tone said she was trying to keep some boundaries.She started to pull her costume out of the garment bag and the suitcaseshe had.