He knew by my writings that I would respond to a strong confident man, and he wanted to be that man for me So he kept telling himself to be cool and d...n't fuck this up.He had spent many long hours reading my journal and knew what to do and he had wanted me sexually for years. He didn't want to blow this opportunity by showing weakness, but at the same time he loved me and wanted to show it.I looked up into his eyes as he held my face. I was trembling."There's no need to be scared of me, pet.... On his dressing tablewere many bottles and jars of perfumes and eau-de-toilettes. Mytelescopic observations had not prepared me for the overwhelmingassault on my nostrils. I pretty much knew where everything was in this room having studied itthoroughly through my scope but I had no idea what his bathroom waslike. It was quite a bit smaller than his father's one, (which wasprobably how the rooms were decided upon), but quite adequate. Againthe air was redolent with perfume. There was a modern. As I reached up and grabbed his balls gently, and he moaned out, pushing his cock into my mouth another time "Mmmmm… suck it.", I felt her finger pop inside of my pussy. Instantly, I wondered if this was how she felt all of those times we shared her as a fuck toy and I put things in her snatch and ass as he fucked her mouth. I did kind of like it.He pulled my head up after a minute of mouth fucking, and I instinctively grabbed his shaft and started giving him a wet handjob with the hot tub. Sandy finally exclaimed, "Mom, this is delicious, but I'm stuffed! You've done all the work; now Steve and I are going to take care of the kitchen! You and Walt get to sit in the living room and listen to the carols."Sandy and I sang along quietly with the record as we did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. When we got done, I held her for a moment, and we tiptoed into the living room. I realized that the LP had finished, and there was no music. We saw Sheila and Walt in a tight embrace,.