One day a thought occurred to me. I sent my mother an e-mail, but I made it seem like it was meant for someone else and had just been addressed incorr...ectly. If she said anything, I would just say I had selected the wrong e-mail address from the list in my computer.I made the message seem like it was meant for an old co-worker of mine that I had stayed in contact with. Just general chit-chat. Asking how things were going, that sort of thing. I also included a picture file with it of a gorgeous. She looked at me and I saw in her looks that she was very moved by all this, she felt very confident and I loved her for that too. I was very happy too, but taking it more low-profile, focused on here and now. So I smiled to her timidly but I felt very comfortable with her, and I wrapped my left arm around her right and got closer to her, laying her on the carpet, sucking on he left nipple slowly at first, then licking it with hard strokes of the tongue, but no biting, and lots of lip-work. The. Each time I would also savor the chance to ogle the woman.I even started to fantasize about her being my Mistress but there wasfat chance of that! Then came the change of attire, instead of jeans shewas wearing a tight short leather mini skirt showing plenty of stockingcovered thigh. We met at a style between fields, I paused to allow herto cross first, reveling in the chance to really get an eye full ofplump thigh and bottom. I was in heaven and my cock throbbed painfully.I almost moved to. She was short, with dirty blond hair, and a mischievous smile. She was not skinny, but not big either; she was sorta pear-shaped and curvy, which was strangely attractive when she would walk naked through her apartment. We met in a bar one night. She was with a friend and I had been feeling lonely. We struck up a conversation, and we wound up closing down the place. We went back to my house that night, and actually, nothing happened other than a little making out. We fell asleep together and.