One of them was the ability to create a website. Every so often, I get hired to build a site for a friend or a family member. It helps supplement my w...riting income and makes me feel like all the time and money I invested into online marketing was not a complete waste. My mother had been thinking of owning her own website for some time, but it was only recently that she got serious about it. Before long, the time to construct the site had arrived and I was invited to spend a few days at her home. Kim’s hips moved harder against mine as she felt the growing bulge. Reaching for her buttons, I opened Kim’s jeans to the air. Soaked from the rain, her lace panties felt warm to my probing fingers. Kim’s hardened nipples pressed into chest as my tongue worked its way down her dripping neck. Reaching down, Kim pulled the rain soaked T-shirt over her head, exposing her firm breast. The lightning cracked across the sky as I sucked her dripping nipples into my mouth. My tongue flicked across her. There were none for a while because he’d found a girlfriend but recently they’d started up again. At first they were fairly innocent such as “hey sexy lady, how you doing?” but they quickly became more sexual in nature, “I still jerk myself thinking about my last visit” and “I dream about all the things I want to do to you” and “you’re still the only person who’s ever blown me completely”. He even sent pics of him playing with himself again. I have to admit, despite him crossing many lines last. ‘Thank you for visiting my wine store,’ Joe said. ‘My Italian is not so good, ‘poco’, but welcome. ‘Would you like Champaigne? We’ll start with Champaigne, all right? It’s early. It’s not always known as a woman’s drink, but women almost always like it.’ He may have been older, but Mr. Joe was an older handsome man, a Sean Connery look alike with his square jaw and gray temples. His wide set Italian eyes studied me, and I enjoyed his friendly attention. He poured us flutes of Champaigne. It was.