I am usual reader of ISS and that is the reason why I don’t feel much bad about incest.Coming to the point, I was always a woman stalker and fantasi...ed all women whom I knew closely. I had 2 pretty close relationships in my life, but had to sacrifice them for my career and always had to satisfy my urge by masturbating.Now there was a friend of mine Ajay, with whom I shared all my secrets. I also bonded well with his mother, Madhu as she was quite modern, rich and open minded. I unwillingly. You don’t like pussy? Don’t like thinking ‘bout your gramma having one of the most amazing pussies in the universe? I guess I can see that. See here though. Gramma’s a girl clear enough, so there can’t be any surprise she’s got a vagina.I draw the line there though. Gramma don’t have no fancy orgasms, like in those books, all detached from the sweaty joy that is two bodies getting together: she comes! And she comes real good. Now I ain’t gonna sit here talking ‘bout how I played with my penis. She had been able to recall the incident in detail and the look in her eyes as she recounted events didn't show fear, but joy. She had enjoyed the smell of fear on him, the fact that she could knock him around as if his efforts were meaningless and the idea of just eating him even appealed to her. What scared her was that she had enjoyed the feel of those primal urges. I asked if she wanted me to remove the cat part of her persona. She wasn't sure. She still enjoyed being a cat for me, but she. Something quite... exotic. It's for a fancy dress party, you see." For your wife?"I looked him straight in the face and tried to retain a deadpan expression. "No, actually it's for me."The manager's smile broadened. "I see. Well first we'll need to take one or two measurements." So saying he passed a linen tape measure around my hips and then checked my waist size. He was very close now and I caught the hint of an expensive women's cologne. "Did sir have any particular colours in mind?" I.