Watching isn’t enough. I need to articulate my orgasm and I imagine…Walking up to her with a smile on my face, engaging her with eye-to-eye contac... and a confident smile on my face. I look into her eyes and we study each other before I place my hand gently on her knee and drop down in front of her. I raise my head along her thigh and next to her clitty and I take it into my mouth to suck on it; the top of my head brushes her short skirt to one side. I engulf it between my lips.I close my eyes. The camera panned down at her ebony brown skin. She dropped her underwear. Naked, she looked as beautiful as a flower. Finally, she got in the shower, feeling naughty. It was tough being a single mother. She had needs, like everybody does. But her son was worth it.She left the curtain open when the water hit her body. She moisturized her long athletic legs. Which made men oh so horny. When she thought about it, she looked back at the mirror to see how good she looked. She twerked in the mirror. She had lovely flat stomach and the shapeliest navel that I had ever seen on a woman. Looking at her gave me an erection. I wondered whether I would be able to kiss her let alone fuck her.Pleasantries over Kalyani showed me to my room on the first floor. There was short flight of stairs up to the first level and another flight of stairs led to the second level terrace. The room opened out to one side of the terrace from where you could look at acres of paddy fields, banana groves and betel leaf. My parents are trying though. Mr. Baker . . . my dad moved Buddy’s trophy case into the foyer and . . . he kept asked what each of the awards for. He’s trying to get to know his son through me,’ she whispered. ‘Mom is trying to overcompensate by smothering me with motherly advice.’ Pat put her hands on her head. ‘Headache?’ Gail asked. ‘Yeah,’ Pat replied. She had barely had any problems with her headaches since moving out of her parent’s house. Gail sat down on a stone bench and patted next.