)This conversation went for a few minutes. She also managed to see my bulge and kept talking. I acted like I was on the phone to let her concentration... divert on my dick and it worked. I saw her looking at my dick. When I looked at her she hurriedly looked away and smiled at me.She then just asked me where is my friend and said that she had to go to other houses and left. That day onwards things changed between us. We greeted each other with a smile. We also spoke on numerous occasions, though. I was in a short, plain black lycra dress with matching high heels and, looking around, I felt positively overdressed. A couple of the girls I had come with were in leather dresses, which, when I'd first seen them I thought they were a bit outrageous, but compared with the outfits here they were tame.I watched spellbound as a beautiful, tall blond led a hunky guy past us, she was wearing a black, PVC cat-suit that fitted her like a second skin, he was dressed in a black, studded leather thong. Fortunately, Jack Dawson rode in the front seat with him. Julio was not wearing a chauffeur's uniform. He was dressed in sports jacket, slacks and a turtle neck sweater, a good looking young man of perhaps twenty-six or seven, with a dark, curly beard and a full shock of brown curls. His eyes were a startling blue, which surprised Jill. Naive as she was, she expected all Mexicans to have black hair and eyes.Julio never spoke unless addressed. Yet, he was in no way servile. Indeed, he seemed to. . I wished it would happen again and that you would actually ... fuck me and get me pregnant.”“Mom...”“I know, David. I’ve never felt conflicted like that. Most of the time I could stop myself from thinking things like that. But at night, when you were asleep next to me, I would start fantasizing and I couldn’t stop myself. I ... This is so bad, David.”“I’m fine, Mom. Totally fine. I want to hear. Keep going.”“I would fantasize about giving you a handjob. And I thought, if it comes out clear.