I explained my predicament that am not able to find any good and decent enough home stay. The better off once are so costly or the the cheap once are ...nfit to live. She offered me to join her at her villa for a couple of days. The invitation came forth with the idea of a delicious dinner with a couple of bottle of wine it’s no fun being alone she said so we must make most of the evenings. I knew what she meant, so I agreed to join her at her villa. She immediately wrote the address of the villa. The last half hour before she was to arrive was agonizing, was it really going to be her or was the police gonna catch me for paying for sex dressed like a girl. I waited in the living room till I heard a car door, my heart was just pumping out of my chest, and my hand trembled when she knocked and I opened the door. It was her from the pictures. I stood back from the doorway while I invited her in hoping no neighbors would see me. She came in and I closed the door. She introduced herself as I. He sniffed it in. He wanted his nostrils full of the scent for his mid- night hand job. His mother always went to the bathroom after Jake left. He knew she was washing up because he could hear the water running. He decided to spy on her. His room was next to the bathroom. He decided that he would bore a little hole in the wall. So Curly watched his mother as she washed cum out of her cunt. He masturbated as he watched her loving fingers use her wash rag to groom her cunt. He always enjoyed. He said- “Ma I get hurt. Oh ma why did you slap me? I did it because of Newton’s 3rd law. It was not my fault. My hand is paining now.I fondly took son’s hands and put on my mammary. I said – oho, my little baby. Soothe your hands. My son beamed with joy. With juvenile manner he mauled my both mammary. I sigh and opened my mouth. He put his legs behind my back and firmly fixed me in his leg’s grip. My son’s cock is dying to get free from his boxer short and knocking over my ‘V’. Diary I can.