"Genniebaby, aren't these ever pretty. All this lace here at the top just likeyou keep asking me to wear. Feel how silky they are against your faceima...gine how they will feel against your legs; think about the tug of thegarters as you move. Think about the constant reminder of what you haveon your legs, think about how open you will feel each time you try tosit down in that tight short skirt you want me to wear, and realize thatthe tugging on your stockings mimics the tug on your skirt as it. I knew I was staring and should stop before she turned and caught me. Mom then reached over, closed the door and started the shower she took each night before bed. When she was finished she came back into the bedroom wearing her night t-shirt over her panties and got into bed. Even at my age I knew that most sons did not sleep in thesame bed with their mothers. It started right after my dad died. I was just six. We had to move from the house we rented to a one bedroom apartment. Mom had the. I meant it. I’m sure he meant it when he told me he loved me. But he wasn’t the man for me, obviously. Since having Danny, I’ve come to realize love is a giving and a receiving. It’s helping the other person grow in whatever way they want. It’s also respecting who that person is because they share your values. Josh never asked for anything and he never gave anything. Neither did I. I guess we were both selfish. We lived in the same house. We lead our own lives. We went out once a week and. I turned my back to Braddock and pulled down the zipper of my outfit, leaning forward to fill Agent Pearce's world with titmeat.The feel of his confident tongue exploring my yielding bra-breakers was exhilarating. This was indeed a man of experience, his mouth expertly creating white-hot tingles of sensation all over my resplendent rack, only to unite all those tingles at once in dot-connecting explosions of pleasure that nearly brought me to my knees. This was a dangerous man and I would have.