I wanted this stranger, I needed her with a longing that was physical in its strength.Again her hands moved to my crotch to fumble with the buttons up...n my woolen trousers, I pushed them away. "Strip!" It wasn't a request, but a command that originated from some unknown place within me. A place that needed pain, lust and love to emerge. It was a foreign feeling, this inner desire to dominate this stranger and I knew not how she would take it.She stared again deeply in my eyes as if assessing. And I also respect her decision.Then after some time we started meeting each other.At the age of18 I was still virgin and never had sex before and she was 30 but u can't judge her from her looks she totally sexy and young I guess she is 32D-28-34 her boobs was totally like two football's jointed together..and the way she wears clothes ooooss so tight that her tits want to come out if her dress.That was our third meeting she called me in a hotel for dinner at night ,after having dinner we move. With a loud clang the large iron gates opened up in front of me, the driveway was suddenly became light on the other side of the gates, I followed the windy road surrounded by 12 foot high hedges, with lights every 20m, after a few minutes I arrived at a very large house, it looked about 3 stories high I parked my mustang at the guest parking lot to the side and made my way to the front door. As I walked up to the door it opened up before I could knock, I shit myself, and almost ran away.?Brian. He lowered his head in silence.“Madame, I am truly sorry. I did not realise this was so, you are Ben’s (French for step-mum), his… ah, his step-mother, non? Again I am very sorry!” Actually, I think the suggestion that I was in some capacity Ben’s mother was worse than the suggestion that we were sleeping together.“That’s no problem Christian, you weren’t to know, and clearly Ben had failed to apprise you of this situation.”“Oui Madame, during our brief conversation on the way into the.