We started to kiss once again. I was in my element, knowing that I had succeeded in my dream and now it came true, after so many sleepless nights of s...exual verge! “You’re so amazing, wow!” she spluttered, still trying to catch her breath from the raging orgasm I had just given her. She was glowing, and she looked slightly in shock about what had just happened. But to be honest, so was I. We carried on kissing, when we realized the bath water had become freezing, and our fingers were becoming. “I’m glad you like them, are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend, or maybe a few?”“Nope, I am married but… not really.”“Not really?” I put one foot up on the lift opening my legs so he could see the tiny latex pull at my vulva. If I stretched the material too much, it might slip between my vulva and I’d be exposed. But I was buzzing with alcohol and Robert's humorous charm, so I didn’t care. “She is married to my money, not to me.” We both laughed. His eyes moved from my nipples to my crotch.. I've only ever seen dad drunk once, and mom holds her liquor like a champion; I've never seen her more than a little giggly. They drink when they do for the flavor of it, for the sensuality of the beverage, not for the alcohol." Has your mom ever been mad at you?" She was plenty pissed off when I got my tattoo. I didn't bother to tell her. I just went out and did it on a whim. She doesn't approve of tattoos. She said I might as well have cut my ear off, mutilating my body like that. She said. The lady who never wore jeans started to roam in tightfitting jeggings.She would work out with masi in the basement, go shopping, etc. She stopped wearing the gowns she brought from home and started wearing the ones Masi gave her. They were sleeveless but became only a string, deep neck, and many cleavages.The gowns started from the ankle at first and now had become knee length. In the first month itself, I could see a bold transformation in mom. She even started drinking wine and eating meat.