I thought I had blown my chances but nevertheless I decided to wait for her that night. I changed into my pajama suit and waited for her. At ten thirt... I heard a soft knock. I jumped out of my bed and opened the door. It was Sarita. I pulled her into the room and embraced her."Please let me go," she whispered struggling feebly to free herself but soon gave up.I kissed her gently. At first she didn't respond but after a few seconds she pressed her lips to mine. I pushed my tongue in her open. She now appeared more relaxed and aswe sipped our wine the conversation flowed. I had never met anyone aseasy to talk to and found myself opening up to her. She was interested ineverything about me, from my childhood to my relationships and I told hereverything. The dialogue was totally one sided and when I tried to askher questions she was adept at refocussing the interrogation back to me.When I enquired as to whether she had a job she dared me to guess. "Amodel" I said cringingly and she just. “Mother ... how could you! ... Spying on me ... like this!” his voice accused bitterly.Blind maternal empathy drew me to his side.“Guy! No, I wasn’t spying!” I pleaded, stroking his head. “I had no idea you would even home. What happened?”His eyes are searching my face for the truth.“Well ... maybe so.” He says putting an arm on my bare shoulder. Then murmuring lowly adds, “anyway ... I am home, see ... and I’m sorry if I shocked you.”He offers a forgiving kiss.I respond and somehow Guy makes. "I don't want this to change things between us, okay?" I nodded. With that he leaned in. His kiss was like none other that I'd ever experienced. It was passionate and hot and sweet. When he put his soft tongue in my mouth could feel myself get hard. We made out for a long time. After about forty-five minutes he started to massage my hard dick through my jeans. I moaned into his mouth. He stopped kissing me. "Let's take our clothes off." He was breathing hard. I saw lust in his eyes. .