After drinking the milk we both sat on the bed. We kept on talking for about an hour. She was wearing a beautiful silk saree and some beautifully craf...ted jewelry. After talking for some time it was my turn to take the first step.I had taken the initiative by hugging her for the first time. Then I helped her in getting rid of the jewelry and bangles and such stuff. Now it was the time for some romantic moments to arrive. I kissed her on her forehead at first. Then I took her right hand in my. Yet, when her hands were on me, I couldn’t help but imagine they were Steven’s hands. When she was sucking my cock, I pictured it was Steven’s amazing mouth. Even when I was fucking her from behind, I imagined it was him taking my cock. I couldn’t seem to help it, I was fantasizing about fucking Steven’s smooth, tight ass.Those two late night visits, there quietly in the dark of my bedroom, were the most exciting, most sensual, most pleasurable experiences I had known since I was a teenager.. ‘As is our custom we introduce new concepts to Clare in response to her own leadings. Some of these …some of her suggestions may be … oblique, no more than a hint, or a direction suggested by a hue, a tune, an animal, a city, an island. When we manage to decipher these innuendoes and provide substantial possibilities Clare will endorse them wholeheartedly and make them part of her own life, not to mention endorsing impressive investment and development. If we misjudge her mood we will all be. Now that eveything was on the table, he felt shy. How could he have ever thought that he could please this mature woman, this woman of the world? He'd seen the looks his mother had gotten from every man in the restaurant, indeed from every man they'd encountered that night. He'd seen, as well, the smirking looks some of the gave him, as if to say, "you can't handle her boy. Let a man do the job." But in the next instant, it all changed. His mother again brought his hands up and kissed them,.