Why is THIS guy making it so hard to think?? I dart into my bathroom and shut the door, but call back to him. ‘You might want to light a few candles... there’s plenty of them.’‘I’ll….do that.’It doesn’t take me too long to get out of my clothes and into my nightgown, it’s a fairly short one, white silk, and I think it shows off my legs at their best, while covering up the fact that my B-cups are never going to get me a job at Hooter’s. (No, I KNOW this, I applied in college and got turned down) I. Uhhhhh…. aaahhhh….. ohhhh….Unki awaaz bhot hi sexy thi…jo mujhe or josh chada rahi thi…aaahhhh….ohhhhh….me josh me aa k zor zor se kiss krne, boobs choosne or dabane laga….Unhone mere haath upar krwa k meri t-shirt or baniyan utar di…or mere chest pe kiss krne lagi… Mere chest pe hair h.. Fir b wo mujhe choomne lagi… Mera haath un k boobs pe hi the…or un k boobs ko masal rahe the… Mere chest pe kiss krte krte wo nicha aayi or mera belt or jeans khol k nicha sarka di….Mera lund to un k sparsh k. He had burst into his mother's bedroom late one night crying because he had just woken from a bad dream.His mother had just returned from the theatre and was undressing for bed and she was dressed only in a black basque corset, sheer tan stockings and shiny black high-heels. Mike flew at his mother who was standing next to the dressing table taking off her earrings and clung to her legs sobbing."There, there honey, let mommy take off her jewellery and I'll be right with you," she had said. "This is not the time for pity. Stay strong. For me. For both of us. We planned this out, now stick with it." You're right, Honey. It's just..." If it was just a natural son's feelings for his mother, I could understand you softening. But I'm afraid it's the old submission trying to take you over. Let's not live with that any more."At almost exactly twenty minutes, Ellen came out of the bathroom area. Both hands were clasped in front of her crotch and she was crying and blushing at the same.