"On Sunday morning, I got up really early, took a scented bubble bath,before dressing in the same outfit as I had worn the previous evening,after all ...t was the only girlie outfit I possessed. I carefully groomed myhair in the same style as the previous evening. I carefully applied mymakeup before going to Mum's bedroom with her early morning coffee."Charlie, you look gorgeous, I shall miss you lots. Do you know when youwill be back again?" I am not sure. It is very difficult to get away you. Until i said enough is enough....i look really quick outside kitchen and i look at you and smile, i ask "you don't mind if i check to see if your doors are locked?" You say" yes i do mind"....... and smile back at me as i get closer to you. With a quickness i grab you and put you on your counter, kissing you uncontrollably and saying sorry about this .... I've waited all evening to just rip your clothes off like this. You tell me the same thing as our clothes come off and our bodies mash. As he walked toward the house he noticed a figure at the window. His cock bulged as he realised it was Madame Tara; she stood motionless, all in black as ever, and looked down on his arrival without smiling. He swallowed hard at the thought of her being in a dark mood. He stepped up to the imposing door and rang the bell. He was on the point of ringing again, when the door was pulled open."Come!" A deep and feminine voice ordered him in. Before him stood a masked woman in a one piece tight. A rather firm hand on my shoulder shakes me out of my daze. “Aria…You still with the living?” I reluctantly open my eyes to see the beautiful dark green eyes of my best friend Simon; he has finally arrived with our coffee order and hands me my hot coffee. I give him a half smile. “Sorry, I must have dosed off.” He walks over to the arm chair across from me and casually puts his feet up on the coffee table between us; a typical Simon move with his carefree, laid back attitude. Amusement.