’ He extends his hand to me as I fly to him. His silky fingertips touch mine as my ascent is slowed. ‘You are with me now,’ he whispers, ‘I w...ill protect you.’ He draws me tenderly to him and I close my eyes, basking in the cool, strong glow of my exquisite lover. ‘Look at that,’ he says, pointing to Mother Earth down below, ‘Look at your mother. Isn’t she beautiful?’ ‘Yes,’ I gasp, ‘She is so beautiful.’ ‘You will watch over her while she sleeps, won’t you? You will watch over her with me?’ I. Mrs Stevens through a garden party and my parents and me attended, I was having a few drinks and playing some fun drinking games, Mrs Stevens looked incredibly sexy, she had a what could of been tights or suspenders on, a leather skirt and a white blouse which showed her perfect cleavage. I noticed everyone glancing down her blouse at every opportunity. I was managing to have a flirt with Mrs Stevens in amongst all the games and I thought that if my parents weren’t there that I might. I said I really didn't mind as she was so chilled out anda really nice person to work for. Anyway after the outfit she hadgreeted me in that morning it came as no big surprise. The rest of theday was uneventful and I felt completely relaxed in her company infact I just thought of her as a her rather than a he.The following week I could not stop wanking about her and her shinyyellow rainwear and me getting to wear mine again I was sort ofstarting to get addicted and needed the fix. Saturday came. It must be because I am not wearing any panties. I can actually sense the slow smile. His hand moves up to caress my breast, under my short tank top. Ah, another surprise. No bra. It's the kind of crushed material that hide my alert nipples. As his thumb and forefinger roll one nipple, his other hand is finding its way down to my navel, playing with it. All this while, not a word. The only sounds are far off outside sounds. Then, his hands approaches my clit. He takes his hand off my breast and.