I was still coldand wet.A moment later, the mother laid a towel across my shoulders and gave me aquick drying.I could see myself in an ornate mirror a...cross the living room. I wasnaked. I had long blond hair and ... tits ... nice firm round ones withseamless smooth pink skin. No nipples. My waist was tiny and I had well-padded hips. I was everything the ideal dressing-up companion should be,all curves, long neck, manicured fingernails, perfect lips paintedforever red -- just what a child might. Moving my hand over to her I brushed the skin of her waist where the shirt had not completely covered, seeing her dead to the world I got bold and moved my hand higher flicking away the last button that still held together. My breath caught as the shirt parted and her small breasts were bare to view. They were tiny compared to my wife’s but still very sexy with long nipples and my hands itched to touch them. Sneaking another look at her face I reached out caressed one of her small breasts,. Suddenly you ask what I want and I answer, ‘Do yourself, please…’ and for the first time, you begin to play with your body in front of me, but you’re off into your own fantasy as if I didn’t exist. Exploring your inner-self, you let go and go all out, not caring about anything but wanting to get yourself off… but you don’t. Suddenly, you roll me onto my back and begin to kiss me, our tongues meeting. Slowly you move to my neck then down further and yet, even further – ‘You taste oh so good.’. She works as pharmacy technician and makes good money for herself. I am not in so much touch with her but every now and then we meet up if mom has some things send for her or my parents come over – we go her house. She is an average looking women with 34-28-34 figure and long straight hair.One day, when i returned home, i had a voice message on my home phone that Indira is coming over – she is having issues with her new laptop. It was Friday and i had no plans so i was ok with that. I saw the.