The secret love

Dreamland

Everytime I seen him I could feel myself gazing. Wow is and I could think of.

"Hello ladies. Off early today I assume."

His voice was like pure gold. Sweet and low enough to make it sexy. As he walked to my my mind slippes farther and farther into a state of bliss. As I imaged what its like for him to grab me with his strong hand and hold me tight as his lips wonder across my body. His juicy lips kissing and sucking me like I hold the power of life inside my body. Just as I was going to deep into my dreamland a voice pulled me out. His voice pulled me out. 

"Are you okay over there? You've been awfully quite." 

"Oh" 

I quickly cleared my throat.

"I'm okay just thinking."

He looked away and I went back to daydreaming. I imaged him on me as i smelled his sweet smell while he showered me with attention. I craved for his tender love amongst other things he has to offer. I can picture it him sliding my skirt up and pulled down my underwear. As he slowly penetrates me he can feel the warmth. I felt the pressure from him entering me again and again. His long slow strokes soon became fast and powerful I felt me xomimg closer and closer to my nirvana. I could sense he was close to and shoved myself closer to him making it impossible to full pull out. I grinded with him until I felt the warm stick milk glide down my thigh.

I snapped out of it and realized I was gripping my bad tightly. 

"Are you ready to go. I know your mom probably jas dinner waiting."

Mary was right my mom was punctual. 

"Yes ma'am. I'm sure its something delicious."

Mary was a regular at family dinners. Ever since her mom passed away 3 years ago her dad hasnt been the same. So my mom took her in she definitely needed a female role model. 

When we walk in the fragrances hit us at once. My mom already had green beans and dinner rolls on the table but i wonder what was for the main course. Just as my mouth was beginning to water from all the options running through my head she brought out a buttered turkey with stuffing on the side. The turkey was glazed to perfection with pineapples and honey. The sweet smell hit my nose and I couldn't wait to devour it.  I was glad to be home. We sat down and began our dinner.  My mother with silky blonde hair, emerald green eyes and smooth porcelain skin with a hint of rose pink in her cheeks. There was no denied my mom was a beauty.