Uske nipples slight pinkish thein aur who thoda moan karne lagi phir usne mera shirt nikalne kaha aur phir mein aur who donno topless thein aur iss do...ran uss ne mujhe roka aur ekFarmish ki aur kaha mujhe 5 minute tumhein sirf topless hug karna hai aur iske baad jo tum bolege woh mein karungi mein ne thik hai kaha who topless mein topless hug karne lage aur friends mein bata du ki agar aap kisiKo chathe hai aur respect karte hai toh kabhi yeh try karna its just awesome feeling who 5 minute hum. My brown hair had thickenedand grown down the sides of my heart-shaped face in a voluminousflourish.I was completely hairless below the neck. My lightly tanned baby-likeskin was flawless with no birthmarks or scars. I felt the comfortableweight on my chest. I had breasts! They were large and perky and pressedtogether formed a perfect cleavage more perfect than a mid-autumn rose.Below those two beautiful jugs, was a thin waist. I now had a washboardstomach that I had done nothing to work for. I. She also told me how exciting it would be to masturbate her son with her spike high-heeled pumps and watch him shoot cum into her shoes then slip them on and walk around the house with his cum covering her nyloned feet inside her shoes. These were fantasies that I told her would really get me hard and excited and cuming in no time at all. I also jacked-off as we chatted and told her that she made me cum hard and often, her response was that she got off too chatting with me. I was so hot one. I knew the name Betty-Lou was not real, few of my clients used a real name. And I didn't us mine either, going by Julian.I sat across from her at the small round table and began an animated conversation with her. This part of the job was perhaps the easiest. If a woman was feeling neglected or saddened with her lot in life, she is most thrilled with the pleasure of a man openly talking with her. Sex did not come into the picture until later. Betty-Lou evaded the subject of marriage and I knew.