Nancy’s foot running up my leg under the table. She moved it up to my thighs and straight into my crotch that caused a huge bulge in my jeans. Now, ...nowing that she was serious, I said yes, sure. I could do that for her. She went into the bathroom and found a bottle of oil and brought it, then she led into the bedroom and Ms. Nancy helped me remove my Jeans and my jockey’s. She then sat down with me on the bed and stared at me with expectation.I have never had a spectator to my masturbation and. "Did you like being groped?" she whispers."Yes" I reply quietly. My mind is ablaze with wondering. How many times has she been touched in public by strangers? How often has she felt the dizzy ambiguity of emotion? The eagerness in her kissing, her questing tongue, her commanding manner and busy finger, all point to an emotional response I have hitherto not been aware of. Here is something new and exciting. I let my hands slide under her shirt and my fingers reach into her arm pits where the. I'm not a person to them; I'm a fucking underagepair of tits with an ass. The longer this shit goes on, the more often somefucking dad in the mall or some fucking teacher at school looks twice at me,and I know he's seen me almost naked."I hate you mom! I fucking hate you! Right now she's in New York sellingpictures of her only daughter, all dressed up in her best little girlpanties, to some fat greasy asshole who smells like sweat and wants to putthem in the magazine he's fucked enough to. Mia hatte Angst, das Buch zu kaufen, weil sie einen prüfenden Blick der Verkäuferin befürchtete. Schließlich siegte aber die Neugierde und sie beschloss das Buch zu kaufen. Mit weichen Knien und gesenktem Blick ging Mia zur Kasse und zahlte. Die Kassiererin hatte nicht einmal aufgeschaut. Mia beeilte sich nach Hause zu kommen und bei einem Tee überflog sie bereits ein paar der ihr bekannten Fantasien. Bei anderen war sie ratlos und konnte sich nichts darunter vorstellen. Schließlich setzte sie.