“Okay so what to wear for this evening, I mean the thought of being with Allison and totally overeating makes me so hot, should I wear leggings and ... tunic, should I take Viagra, I know she likes that… hehe, or maybe wear something tight to show off my body… well I have sometime to decide!” The tension was mounting, like their bodies were somehow now on the same wave length sexually. Allison finally rolled out of bed around 11:30. “That felt sooo nice to sleep in!” she exclaimed. Turning over. “Oi! Kaede, right?” She stopped on her tracks even before she could make one step, looking around in the semi-deserted bar until she met the eyes of another woman: black long hair, dressed in a midriff short, a miniskirt and high heels, her tits almost addempting to escape that little piece of cloth as she stood up, smirking at her. She couldn’t recognize her, and when she replied with nothing but a confused look the stranger’s smile couldn’t but get bigger.“Do I know you?” the redhead. Shreya was a businesswoman. She was talkative and seemed very sweet. She looked glamorous with blue eyelashes. She had quite large assets that were apt for her figure.I told her about the lack of studio space and she asked me to come to her boutique. Her boutique was on the first floor of a building. It was well furnished but seemed like something was missing. She showed the plans. I encouraged her to move forward. I could see that she needed some motivation.I put the pieces together and. When shehad parked the car, she commented on how close I really lived toher salon. We got out of the car and headed for my apartment. While Iwas reaching into my purse for my keys, I heard a woman's voicebehind me ask, "Pardon me. Is this the apartment of JerryDaniels?" I froze for a few seconds as I realized who wasspeaking. I then slowly turned around to face my mother. "HelloMother," I said. "To say that I am surprised to see you is anunderstatement. What brings you here tonight?" It.