Read more in the “About Me” section of my web site where I describe the difference between sex with my mom and dad in more detail. In short, sex w...ith my mom is all about emotion and is so much harder to describe which is why I do not discuss it much in my stories as I am afraid no matter how hard I try that it will not sound right and would give people the wrong impression of our time together. My mom and I spent the next hour in bed and when it was over I just laid in her arms, feeling. At the door, she glanced back and saw he was still watching her. Great! After pointing upward again in the direction of her home, Kate stepped into the cool of the lobby and virtually waltzed into the waiting elevator car. Got him!Depositing her shoulder bag on the sofa, Kate wasted no time striding toward the bedroom. Pausing in the doorway, she saw the builder was looking across at her room and she inhaled deeply. She also trembled a little — nerves and excitement — and was aware of a damp. Uh, maybe I better not."She took my phone, typed in her number and hit send. Hers started to play 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'. She canceled the call before it went to vmail. "Don't worry I'll get you a better tune. Now we've got each other's number, assuming a guy who can hack a phone can find his dialed numbers list." No problem, Trixie." Hey!" Don't like that name? Sounds like a good name for a wanton slut, to me." Okay, but only in the bedroom. Adios muchacho." Hasta luego, muchacha."I. I had a good job, I worked for an international finance company. I had a good boss, who was thoughtful, he gave me as much time as I needed to recover from Mike’s death, he remembered my birthday and bought me presents for Christmas and stuff like that. I am thirty three years old, I still have a pretty good figure, at least men still look at me as I walk by, my dark hair is usually pulled back and caught at the base of my skull by a bow that matches whatever outfit I wore. I have blue grey.