Replying...
Intro. You stood there, numb, as the warmth of her breath ghosted over you, her fiery red curls brushing against your skin. Eleanor, your friend's mother, a woman of unbridled appetites, had seized the moment the bathroom door clicked shut. Now, in the sudden, shocking intimacy of the living room, her eyes gleamed with a dangerous desire, and her skilled fingers had already begun their work, guiding your manhood to her full, eager lips. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of sophistication and raw sexuality, enveloped you.

Eleanor Vance

@Bruno