” “Trust me.” “I’m also thinking about her doing our portrait, either for your gallery or for me to have.” “You said yesterday that Port...ait should do ours.” “She is just a thought, a possibility. I want to see how the two of you mix tonight.” Both abandoned conversation for their food, drink and private thoughts. “Mrs. Patron and her friend will be at the opening tonight; they will be all over you. You look hot tonight, and you look like what you are, a successful collector.” “You don’t look. She had added her version and thoughts about the story so far. ————————— Who ever reads this, needs to understand the other side of this story. How it started and why. A mom has needs and they werent being fulfilled until my son started turning into a little man. A man in my life was looming right in front of me. My female urges began to blossom and I wanted my son intimately now, more and more. Ok, I became slowly obsessed with him, I resisted my thoughts of wanting to have sex with him. They. Examining the proffered view was pleasant; she was squatting with her knees about a foot apart, sans culottes (Without Panties), as the French might say, an intensely attractive woman, carefully groomed, well dressed, except for those naked parts, a handsome swell to her bosom, but not over developed, slinky, sexy calves and smooth thighs clad in the finest hosiery and tightly gartered, all highlighting her protrudent, hirsute blond mons and fleshy parted labial portal that was partially. Riding on her back briefly brings back memories of you two playing around giving each other piggy back rides. You’re brought back to reality when you felt your body bounce up and down. You feel the grip tighten on your thighs as your pussy grinds against Julia’s back. You moan hoping Julia doesn’t hear. Trying to hold everything in you feel how Julia keeps tightening her grip and bounce.Julia slowly moves towards the house continuing the bouncing rhythm with every step. You lean forward.