I mumble yes as I continue to look at her legs. " Want to see more?" Again I mumble yes and standing up I follow her out of the shop. She suggests we ...o to her place which is only about 15 minutes walk. I agree and as we walk I find her name is Karen. She tells me that when we get to her place that she wants to see me in my pantyhose, stroking my cock for her. I agree, thinking I can always try for more. We get there and she leads me into the bedroom where she tells me to strip off down to my. She sat down and started her work. I rolled my eyes towards her and I could see her cleavage. The salwar kameez she was wearing had a pretty deep neck. I could even figure out she was wearing a red bra. She didn’t notice me and I too started working in between catching glimpses of her cleavage.Now I started to think about her in a very erotic way. She was about 5’7’’ with at least 36c boobs. Nice full buttocks and a very curvy figure. She was dusky and her lips were so full and red. I started. We sent quite a few of these videos of each other. After a while we agreed to meet in an obscure car park for a bit of fun. I suggested we wear red roses and meet at about 8pm. The night came to meet and I was waiting in the car park when I saw mom walking towards my car. I thought “what a nightmare” what was she doing here and what happens if Carmel turns up, I needed to get rid of her as soon as possible it was getting close to 8pm. Mom knocked on my passenger side car window and I wound it. In fact, Doris and Doc Morton were more like a mother and father to me than my own birth parents. Doc and I had the kind of bond that a young person has with an older role model and Doris made us feel particularly safe, secure and well-loved.Doris was a tough old Swedish bird who lived life to its fullest, never backing down from a challenge and always nurturing the people she loved. Watching Doris live her life went a long way toward explaining my wife’s unconquerable spirit. Doris just had an.