I was constantly staring at her melons, she caught me staring at her melons and asked me “what are you looking at kiddo?”I replied “nothing just...watching u clean the floor”.She asked whether I liked it or not, I was into 2 minds what to say as i was scared whether she would tell my mom about this. The conversation was in Hindi..Paloma: Kya dekh rahe ho tum babu?Me: Kuch nahi aunty TV dekh raha hun!!Paloma: Accha, sach batana acche lage?Me: Kya achhe lage aunty?Paloma: Mere boobs aur kya?Man I. She liked to masturbate but just did not feel comfortable unless we masturbated also. She has a need masturbate herself to orgasm deeply and watching helps her so much. She offered us another $10 if we would oblige her fantasy. Among her other hobbies of shopping, dining, sunbathing, and exercising, she masturbated. She often had stressful days at home or our shopping and found that frequent masturbation was a healthy, effective outlet for her. Joe and I agreed and said we thought it was geed. "Besides that, the lady lions..." I'll bet he doesn't get any," the Tin Man grinned, shifting over to one side to admire the view."Nope," the Lion moaned. "Now here you come, and..." he licked his lips. "Young lady, do you have to sit like that? Are you just teasing me?"Dorothy glanced down, and realized that she was exposed. "Not intentionally," she said, tugging her skirt over her knees and pulling it down to cover her exposed groin."Why did you spoil the beaver shot?" the Tin Man. We’ve already established I have different morals, is it any surprise I have other weird quirks? I rounded a particularly sturdy bookshelf that had somehow stayed standing, then retreated behind it real quickly. On the other side, maybe fifteen feet away was a student. I peeked cautiously and confirmed she had her back to me. She was dark skinned and had her hair done up in some sort of style. From what I could see she wasn’t wounded, but staring silently at something in front of her. I briefly.