"Hmmmmm?"Click, click, click."I guess you do, don't you?" Mom wasn't expecting me to answer. Of course I wanted to see them. Mostly, I'd only been abl... to touch them. She withdrew her foot but placed it on the highest rung on the stool, keeping her left knee high and her legs, necessarily, wide open. Her panties swam into view. Oh, but these weren't the same as the ones I'd seen that first time she'd opened her legs on the piano bench. No, these were bright red, made entirely of a fine,. It all started when my best friend and I were sleeping over at her house. This is something we would do two or three times a month and I never objected because it was fun, and I got to check out her dad. He was six foot four and definitely didn’t have a “dad bod.” I could tell he worked out all the time and even got to see him with his shirt off at the pool a few different times, and every time I did I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. One time he even caught me staring at him and I could have. She was coming out of her shell and the sex was getting rougher and rougher. We decided to take a bath together, the water made her breasts shimmer in the bathroom light, a beautiful sight indeed. “I’m going to miss you this weekend baby” she was rubbing her toe down my pussy underneath the water and focusing on her words was difficult. “I brought you one of my favourites from home to get you through the weekend” I reached over the bath and under my towel, I’d used it conceal her present. I. A large white popsicle. Even through his narrowly opened eyes, he could not recognize it to be of any flavour he knew. He reached inside and pulled it out. It was cold and completely white. Lines of water melted off the sides and dripped to the floor. He observed it minutely in front of his face before letting the tip of his tongue graze along the edge. He tasted water, with the faintest hint of something else. Intrigued, he let his tongue wrap around the ice, trying to discern what the faint.