He continued to lay on his perch.She took a sip and found her fingers sliding into her blouse, her newlylengthened nail flicking gently on her nipple ...s she gazed at him. It wasdifficult to detect movement from him.The leather corset that ran from his breasts to his knees had been drawncompletely closed. Taking a full breath would have been impossiblewithout any other restraints. The locked on ballet shoes forced his feelinto such a delightful arch. She smiled and sipped as she remembered. She had no curves, what little she had for breasts were flat and saggy, although her nipples and areolas were big. She was on her knees and she had a thicket of bushy dark hair between her legs. What can I say, I don't think many people would find their own mother attractive. I certainly didn't, not in that way.She was trying really hard, though. Her head was bobbing in a quickening pace, but I could see she was getting tired, so I had to just gently touch her shoulder and whisper: "I'm sorry,. ..''just what don't lie what is it''look its my penis sorry i can't help it''you are disgusting you dirty bastard' says sandy'steve stand in front of me facing sandy then strip everything off''come on do we have to go through this isn't there a fine we can pay or something?''you didn't seem that bothered when i was searching june why is that are you hiding something ?''no honest nothing''do as you were instructed strip'meanwhile june is taken in the next room to find a table same as the 1st. When she turns and looks at me, maybe she will smile. Maybe her eyes will sparkle, and her lips open in joy at the sight. I sit beside her and take her into my arms, ever so softly, cuddling her like a child. I get the shakes at the very touch of her skin, it is so soft and smooth, like that of a baby. It strikes me as a bolt of lightning to the core of my being, that touch. What can I say, we men are designed from the atomic level up to love you, to want you, to die if we can't have you. .