We can smell our own. Her bold stride and practiced sway give her away as a woman experienced with powerful men. Just the kind of woman your Goddess...likes to play with, you think to yourself, and wonder how you'll make it through the night with out straining something. Coyly ignoring her, like a good, taken man, you suddenly become very interested in your losing hand as she seats herself. The cheerful croupier lays her hand before her, and you can see the effect her mere presence has on. I'm an organized typeand unconsciously had laid the garments on the bed in order of size."Ok then; the dresses are the baritones and the panties are thesopranos."It had been hard sitting in Dana's office as she handed me a book oncross-dressing and then discussed very personal issues in a matter-of-fact fashion. I squirmed in embarrassment as she talked about"tucking" and "cleavage wrapping". I nearly died when she commented onmy physical attributes.It was easier in the quiet of my studio. He reached under my shirt and pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them , He then picked me up and turned around with me in his arms and laid me back on the kitchen table .He pulled me around so that he was standing between my legs , which were hanging off the side of the table , and my ass was right on the edge . He steps back and starts to unbutton his shirt and unfastening his belt and pulling his pants off .It didn't take him long to strip , when he pulled his shorts down I almost. He knew he wouldn't have to do much more than touch it to bring it spurting away, so he kept his hands off his meat. He was saving his next come so he could really give his mother a bang. He was proud of the way he'd managed to get her off so well the first time, and he was determined to show her he was a two-shot guy.He couldn't wait much longer though. It was wonderful to lick his mother's cunt, but the more he did it the hotter he got. He just had to bring her off soon. Ned ran his tongue.