Diary, I think for once that I'm actually glad that I don't live in thatcul-de-sac. I'd be so nervous if there was a chance of talking to thosegirls e...very time I left the house. I get so nervous whenever I'm near agirl, I can hardly talk to one except for my Mum, but she's my Mum.Maybe this is some sort of sign? Am I supposed to get over my fear andtalk to these girls over the fence? I don't think I could do that, at least, I don't think I could start theconversation. Maybe one of them will. Yet I was the one who was tarred.My manager, the little shit, had guided me all through my career until two years ago. I was young and naive when I signed up. He moulded my appearance, introduced me to the right A and R men, chose what songs I would sing, looked over the contracts and showed me the dotted line where I signed. After twenty years in the business, I learned a thing or two and asked some pertinent questions of him. I read the music papers and was astounded at how much I was. Mom was looking hot as she was kneeing and had her shorts rise up showing me a nice view of her bottoms. I started to touch her ass and bending over to give her a kiss which she returned and this made my cock hard right away. Moms’ eyes were full of lust now and I knew what I wanted from her too as I slowly slid my shorts to the ground and my cock point straight out towards her waiting lips. Mom didn’t waste any time as she took my cock in her mouth and started to suck on it like a wild a****l. She was looking damn hot. We ordered the food. In the middle of it, she asked me what can I do now to make her horny. I slowly moved my leg towards her.I started to rub her leg from the bottom of the table. She started to shiver, closing her eyes. I went all over her thigh and reach for her panty. I can see her already feeling horny. She asked me to stop. She said that we will have food and finish it off from where I stated. We were having our food and wine.I dropped my spoon intentionally and.