On the fourth day I was expecting the gorgeous Miss Candy but I got some old hag with a semi soft diet tray. She plunked it down on my bed stand ... j...st a fraction of an inch out of reach ... smiled a toothless grin and swooshed out the door.I still hadn't managed to reach the rolling stand ... although I did manage to push it even farther away ... when Hagatha swooshed in and swooshed out tsk-tsking at my lack of appetite. I had a good view of my semi soft diet breakfast every morning for two. But he didn’t even notice as we slipped out the door together.The sexy stranger followed close to me as we walked briskly twords my apartment. We were there in no time, and he was following me up the stairs like a stray puppy. This was feeling a little strange at this point, we didn’t even know each other’s names or exchanged hardly any words. Both of us only had one thing on our minds apparently. Getting off.As I swung the door open and he followed me inside my small front room, his hand. I finished the effect with dark fuchsia glossy lipstick on my bee-stung lips. I then spritzed perfume on my neck, wrists, cleavage, and inner thighs. I put on a bright red floor-length column evening gown. Although not immediately apparent, it was a truly erotic dress. The decolletage was a V-cut down to the bottom of the sternum, with a halter supporting the cups. The front part of the dress was lacy to the low waist and, with the exception of the nipples, the floral patterns of the lace were. My hands massaged Mom's waist, fingers stretching around so far they almost met over her belly. I could sense Mom's anticipation that I was about to raise my hands to grasp her breasts directly above. Her expectation was so intense I could physically feel it in her muscles even as she continued to play with a sensitivity I'd never heard from her before. But my hands didn't rise. When Mom reached the same point up the musical slope where I had first cupped her breasts, I moved my hands back and.