..Anyway, the point is simple. The older I got the more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies shifted from cheer...leaders and hot blondes to my forty-three year old blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother. She didn't help any either. She was a real estate agent and always dressed-up in skirts and heels. Both of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I grew up seeing them on the hottest woman I knew. I was sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot. It turns out that Gloria and Patrick have been married for less than a year, and they didn’t have to worry about getting back to their condo since they had no kids or pets. Just after they returned, Vicki and I escorted Gloria and Patrick up to our guest bedroom. While I stayed and talked with Gloria and Patrick, Vicki fetched pajamas for Gloria to choose from, and a pair of my pajamas for Patrick. I probably should mention that since we’ve become swingers, Vicki no longer owns one pair of. She's already in handcuffs, with her hands behind her back.“Good morning, detective.”“What are you doing here?” he says. “Don't tell me you're a man of the cloth now. Does Lucy know?”“You're funny,” I say. “You guys work fast.”“This lady right here has already confessed,” he says. “I'm taking her to the station, and then all I have to do is the paperwork.”“Do you mind if I keep her here a bit? I'd like to ask her a few questions.”“I guess that's okay. I can have an officer waiting in a patrol. Priya: NicePriya: I think you are not interested in chatting with meSravya: you weren’t chattingPriya: I was the only one who was talkingSravya: so, keep talking, lol Sravya: what do you want to chat aboutPriya: AnythingSravya: ok. Go on Priya: It’s ok byeSravya: No. Speak dearPriya: Actually, I thought you are not straight. so, I added you in order to form some connection with you. because am tired of being alone. now I know you are straight. So, nothing is coming in my mindSravya: That’s a.