Lindathought that the messy pixie hairstyle was so cute on her sister. Shealso thought that with a few trims here and there the cuteness levelwould go...up to adorable. Wanting to be nice and bond along with wantingher sister to look how Linda wanted, made her say, "Sis, I love yourhair. After you are done with breakfast I can cut your hair. Just a fewsnips here and there would do wonders for your look. Plus no one willnotice when you have to be Ron. He combs his hair straight back."Rhonda was. She worked hard and it showed, though her social life was drab, it didn't bother her to much as she was subtly shy around the opposite sex. Raised up in a conservative family, she always hid her dark sexual feelings as she thought something horrible was wrong with her mind. Her whole life she always felt it was wrong to give into the incredible burning within her groin that would flare up inside her for no particular reason and in the most in opportune times. For quite sometime in her youth,. " Oh Mum, that's so sexy" I said, my arousal growing even more. "I'm so pleased we can talk about this together, but I must be honest, talking with you about our masturbation is turning me on terribly, I need to touch myself now."And as I said this I could feel my hand slipping down between my legs towards my aroused and by now soaking wet slit.My mother was now sat on the bed beside me, and her short skirt had ridden up her thighs so I could clearly see her cream knickers as her legs parted in. I was spying on her from the tree house that my father and I had built when I was only ten years old. Actually, he did the building and I did the fetching. I had spent many happy hours in the cozy shack watching birds or star-gazing through my telescope. The shack was only a dozen feet from my parent's second-floor bedroom. I always hoped for a glimpse of Mom in the nude or of her and Dad fucking, but they were very careful about closing the d****s. With me away at college, Mom had apparently.