Whenever it gets tired it reminds me of my ocean blue eyes, blank straight long hairs, wheatish complexion and 36-30-36 figure and the desired and dre...ms I had.It demands me of relaxation and has its own decimation of relaxation. To my inner self-relaxation is submission; it is too light with someone peacefully and obeys; to let someone else make decisions. Every single decision. This sex story follows my journey to relaxation. It all began when I received an email asking me for a lunch date. Finally a day came when I was out the landlord approached, who is a very well built widower an ex army man who let us the house to live.He approached mom in the evening and warned her to vacate the house in two days time and he said he would want to stay in one room of our house to ensure that his things are not taken away while we are vacating. Ignorant of all these what had happened while I was out, I came home as usual and went into my room just to find my landlord sleeping without his shirt. They were in stocking feet as they went through the kitchen, and into the dining room. There was absolutely no sign that anything had gone on here. Bless their Hearts. The ladies had everything as clean and neat as if it had never seen a dirty dish. Cathy made a mental note to thank every one of them. There were a few covered dishes sitting on the counter. Probably things from the reception. That would be good to know, in case they got hungry after while.The voices were clear now, as they were. ?Doesn?t he look pretty?? mocked the girl in the little black dress with an unexpected estuary accent. ?No. You?ve messed his outfit up,? complained her pretty blonde companion in a light girlish voice. She knelt down and began tugging at my clothes and tucking them until she was satisfied that they were neat. Then she retrieved the wig and the somewhat crumpled straw boater and adjusted them upon my head until they met her requirements. ?Happy now?? chided Melanie. The pretty blonde studied.