That haughty diva runway confidence Sandra saw she knew wasn't that of agirl who had been told all her life that she'd be a pretty model buttheeasy an... unearned confidence and swagger of a suburban dad.Sandra figured Dave had no real idea yet just how hot she even was. Justbehind that swagger Sandra could still see all the bits of dorkiness,too, and it was endearing as fuck. The warm, cute eyes Dave always hadwere stunning and hauntingly beautiful on such a pretty face. (Evenwithout makeup.. "Look Jennifer, I know we had fun last night but I don't really think weshould, you know, continue with this," I stammered. Sure last night hadthrilled me and I'm pretty sure it was the biggest orgasm of my life butI wasn't at all sure I wanted to be a girl for her."Ahh, is Tiffany having second thoughts?" she taunted. "Well I took careof that for you already. If you didn't notice last night I recordedeverything we did on video and uploaded it to my computer this morningwhile you were still. ”“Love you too, baby. See you soon.”After hanging up with my mom I lay back on the bed, thinking about the day so far. I thought my life was crazy before, but this is just insane. As I glance at the T.V. about to turn it off. I notice the black-haired beauty that I was watching earlier and I feel a little depressed. I can’t believe I jacked off to my mother’s picture. That is just so wrong. I am such a weirdo. Goddamnit, I need to get my shit together.Shaking my head to clear the cobwebs, I go. My nose pushed its way inside the crack of her butt over her maxi. It was as if she sat on my face, the temptations were very high. For a moment, I thought of running my tongue over her butt. But I kept my emotions controlled. “Shahid, just a little higher,” she said, her hands almost reached the attic.I put my hand below her butt with each butt cheek in one hand I pushed her up. The feeling of her butt on my hand was ecstatic. I realized she hadn’t worn a panty. My thumb made its way right.