Why was she standing here in this room, that wasclearly not his, was this her room? Why wasn't she saying anything? Whywas she looking at him like she...was scared? Why were her eyes wellingup with tears? Why was the reflection of her hand in the mirrorreaching out and touching his hand as he touched the mirror? Why was heher?Kurt looked down at his body, and saw his worst fear realized, as twobeautiful breasts were pushing out the front of the tiny tanktop he waswearing."Kim?" her mother said as. Twenty-something years ago the world wasn't as connected as it is now, so Simon agreed to make introductions over a drink at a bar. So, on a cold evening in late November, I walked the short distance from where I was staying to the meeting place. Mark was a nice guy, and the three of us had a few drinks. I got out my diary to see when would be a good time to see him for remedial sports massage, but Mark said there was no time like the present so why not go back to his place and he'd see what he. My anticipation had reached to a point of thinking non stop about it.I had to run some more errands and I began parking places to make it easy for the two guys he had said he lined up, alleys...spots behind tall vegetation...ect.My pussy was tingling as I'd walk to and from my car...but nothing happened. I pulled into the garage after my errands were done and began unloading the groceries and dry cleaning. As I entered our bedroom to hang the clothing up a large man grabbed me from behind. He smiled and said “ you know I think your a right sexy Milf “ I answered sorry, what’s a Milf ? “ knowing full well what it stood for, he replied, “ a mother I would like to fuck “ I laughed and said you naughty young man, and slapt his knee, he laughed just as we approached the curry house, he parked up in the car park, and I said I wouldn’t be long having phoned the order thru.Duly collected I returned to the car, and he opened the boot, as I bent down to put the containers in the car, I saw.