Or to inform her about the start of the match. Or to beg for a signature. Or to help her get dressed? "Hi, miss Kournikova! Can I come inside? (now *t...at* sounded ambiguous... ) My name is Josh Jenkins and I'm the one who was appointed to help you get dressed. Can you please strip down so we can build up your uniform from scratch?" Hold your horses, Josh!", he grinned to himself.It was just an attempt to fight the nerves, but they were now racing through his throat anyway!Once he was disguised. My toes curled and my arms went to his hair, it had come loose and I wanted to run my fingers through it all night. When the kiss ended he smiled and said he would give me a call the next day and then he left. The next few days were filled with phone calls from him and work. The conversations went long into the night and he asked me out again. Soon weeks had gone by and we’d gone on several dates and were still talking on the phone for crazy hours. Women would stare at him when we went out. “Mom, what are you doing?” Jessica cried. “I never knew you liked to eat a woman’s pussy!”“I do. I’m sorry if I’m doing this to you, I haven’t eaten pussy since your father died. There’s a lot about our sex lives that you don’t know but now maybe you should.”“From hearing you talking, I’ve guessed a few things.”“Do you want me to stop?” She looked to Jessica, several fingers pleasing her.“No,” she replied quietly. “Does that mean you’d like me to eat your pussy too?”“Yes, finally, yes! Imagine. La mano andava su e giù insaponando velocemente e poi sciacquando quella bella figa pelosa. Nel vederla, iniziai a toccarmi e la mia mano imitava i movimenti della sua nel lavarsi. Dopo essersi asciugata, vidi che stava per uscire e la chiamai:“Mamma prima che vai via ti dispiace lavarmi la schiena??” (era una cosa che lei faceva spesso)“Veramente vado un pò di fretta…devo finire di prepararmi”“Dai mamma, solo un minuto..altrimenti non finisco più di stare qui sotto”“Ok…basta che facciamo in.