And I never thought any bad things about my mom.When I was 18 years old, one day as usual she was facing me in bed and I was sleeping with my hands in...between her boobs (bottom part of boobs above the blouse) and stomach.I woke up at midnight and saw my mother’s blouse and the last button had accidentally opened and the bottom of her boobs was out and as I had mentioned earlier my mom has .That was the moment my love for my mom changed to lust. At first, I was afraid to touch her boobs. But in. We waited for a moment and still didn't talk at all. I was getting nervous and didn't really know what to expect. Then the elevator arrived, we step in and wait for the doors to close. I wait for him to push the floor button and wonder which floor we are going to.Suddenly he looks at me and says-I need to be sure that you are up to thisI was confused. What does he mean sure? What does he want? I'm not fake. I came to meet him. Confused I put my hand on his chest and slide it down. Am I up for. He gave her mind a little latitude, to see what she would do, and was pleased when she moved closer, and ran her hand gently over his scales. Shirelle was remembering the frenzied pleasure of last night, the fear started to leave her mind, and she could feel her juices start to flow. The Nihurdea smelled that scent, recognizing it instantly, and he brought his tentacles forward, Shirelle stood still, waiting for them, and the Nihurdea tenderly wrapped his tentacles around her, and put her very. She knew that once intimate, her smitten admirer could not find a better lover and would not stray. She found what she was seeking. She married the rising young executive of an international business who was being groomed to one day be the CEO. They had married, produced an offspring and moved in tandem up the corporate ladder. Gillian paused and looked away. She composed herself and went on. The glamour life had ended suddenly with a corporate jet crash. She mourned the love of her life..