She is not in
The beauty usually originates somewhere. Its even more beautiful if the beauty mostly is from the girlfriend’s mother.
Imagine:
I have been in a happy and strong relationship with a gorgeous and fine-looking 23 years old girl| that even her baby brother has a nickname for me. It happens that the relationship experience some few challenges, of course that is not odd| my girlfriend's mother servers as mediator, with the aim of securing our future.
Remember, this is a very attractive, matured and collective 47 years woman –she calls me to meet her and my girlfriend for dinner. I have partly broken up with my girlfriend and truly I am not sure to attend to or turn it down. At the same time, secretly I have been fantasying about her; naughty week-end away or be it’s just a so called “mistake kiss”– ah, this is an opportunity.
I get best cool attire with a good relative fragment that say; I am not 30 re-look at me actually I am 48 year old, I have accomplished a lot and now I am her to chill out.
The appointment is at 20H30PM on a Thursday evening; this means I have to be brief and direct to the point in whatsoever I do or say – because tomorrow is a normal business day.
I arrived 5 minutes early, and she opens the door with that seductive eyes – “…Oh, you are here….its been some time not hearing from you… I am so glad you came… please come in and feel at home.” Wow…her voice. I bite the inner lower lip as I think. She is in a red freely dress that goes just before her knees, with a cut behind that reviled her tight pink back-lap. I moved quickly for a hug but turned to be a hold, of which she released me five second ago but I remained on her chest separated by the firm breasts.
30 minutes later, she told me that her daughter is not in. She wanted to have good time with me. She moved closely towards me as she is pulling my hand and squeezing my thighs by her leg. Without notice, she said, “I am sorry… we shouldn’t do something like this…” I held her behind the neck around shoulders my right hand caressing slowly in-between upwards her smooth firm thighs. Gently, bite, pulling her soft juicy lips| playing with my tongue.
From there the pace changes| wrap, pulling, breathing and silky screams and pumping – right there in the lounge. ..yes… yes!!! Please pump me harder and harder… I want you even more…
Wow, what a fate. All along the fantasy was mutual.
“My girlfriend is not in” – Please is any one who can make this fantasy come true?
