Now that we were in LA and safe again, and Mike and Annie were heading home, Lisa told me she wanted to go home for a couple of days, if it was okay w...th me.“Why do you need my approval? You are a big girl, just give me a call when you feel better.”“I am contractually obligated to work with you until this is written or I feel I have gotten all I can get from you.” She told me with a blush, shrugging her shoulders.“Well, suddenly I feel traumatized and I want peace and quiet, no visitors, no. ‘This is how I’m gonna someday make THE BIG BUCKS! Just a few more minutes. Oh shit look at those tits bounce! The way she’s moving her legs. OMG OMG OMG! ****************************** I HAVE TO CUM, NOW!!!!!!!!!!!************* Wait! Wait! What’s that on the screen,? 30,29,28,27,26 . . . It’s the countdown! 25,24,23,22,21, I’m gonna rub Bella’s shoe’s, the tops of her feet, and along her legs. 20,19,18,17,16, . . .the pressure was building inside my aching boner. 15,14,13,12,11, Bella began. I had breakfast all set up on the little table, complete with waffles, strawberries, orange juice, coffee, and a single rose I had hidden from her the night before. We spent the morning dining on the balcony and sipping our coffee together. ‘This was the perfect end to a wonderful night,’ she told me, staring at me over her coffee cup. ‘You are an amazing man, and you’re going to make some woman very happy.’ ‘Well, I do some things good,’ I admitted, ‘but in other things, I’m a typical man.’. She took the whole process quite seriously. I remember well the one time I went along. It was a big mistake. Her rude, impatient attitude embarrassed me over and over again. The second we left the house she was in this kind of "get the hell out my way" frenzy, acting more like an addict in desperate need of a fix than anything else.As the shopping progressed, the change in my mother went slowly from night to day. With each beep of the cash register, each signature, each detour back to the car,.