Her black heels showed off the muscle definition in her calves. Her shag-cut, blonde hair perfectly framed her face, and her pearlescent necklace and ...ar rings accented her blue eyes. She wore sparse makeup - a neutral shade of lipstick and a touch of mascara to accent her features. She’s a natural beauty with a twinkle in her sunrise eyes and a light-up-the-room smile.Her three-bedroom home is spacious. The décor, uncluttered with a warm blend of earth tones. Her inspired wood furnishings. "I know... I can't help it. You can't tell me you haven't been hard all day." You got me there... " I said, sitting down in the recliner and spreading my legs as well. "Well, just another thirty five minutes to go... "We sat there just sort of staring at each other's crotches, then all of a sudden we both just look at each other knowing we had the same idea."She didn't say we couldn't masturbate, right?" Nope. She also never said anything about this either," I said as I formed a two way."Fuck. She wearing a stern somber face and I a bored distant one. We never touched each other - even in an innocent way. And we never spoke of anything intimate outside the locked sanctuary of our home.These strict rules that we both agreed too, forced us to live like hermits. We stayed in the house unless our lives forced otherwise - work and school for the most part. Oh we kept appearances, me with my sports and mom with her clubs.Mom became distant with her friends - many of whom had deserted her. As I approached the shore I looked beside me and saw a large grey shark approaching. I dove down to eliminate the splashing appearing to be of a wounded fish and continued toward shore. Looking back, the shark was starting to move in even closer and I turned to face him. He made a quick race toward me then veered at the last moment to circle again. I kept swimming toward shore and at last saw the sand bank. Finally I surfaced and was able to walk toward the shore, the shark fin now surfaced.