But there had been no physical contact at all since he’d announced it was time to go home.This felt a little like a choose your own adventure moment... If she took him at his word that he was just tired and busy, was she allowing a section of wall to go up between them? And if she pushed him to admit what was really bothering him, would she start a fight that could ruin the memories of the amazing weekend they just had?She thought about how he fucked her on the kitchen counter on Saturday, how he. Once again I began at her feet and worked my way up, my excitement growing as I got higher. Mom made no protest nor any attempt to stop me and eventually I was at dress hem hight. Without giving myself time to consider what I was doing I carefully grasped the bottom of her dress and moved it higher exposing the bottom half of her bum clad in the white panties. I rubbed the sun-lotion on all the bared skin right to the edge of her panties, noting as I did so that Mom's thighs seemed to part even. And I’m guessing Joyce.”“Joyce and I dated very seriously in High School. She couldn’t handle my chosen lifestyle. She was one of the first people to insist I pick one girl and stick to her.”“A fool’s errand.”“Later on she came to understand me better, but by that time life had led us different directions.”“She knows about you and Connie?”“Yes. And there was some serious tension between those two. And I helped it, unfortunately. Connie started after me almost as soon as Joyce and I started. He hurried back with the ruler. “Thank you Paulette. Now go put your shirt inside too.”“Yes Miss Sinclair.” He took off his shirt and hung it neatly on the chair. He had a pink cami on and panties. He walked back out.“Oh Yes! Paulette. That’s it, stand proud honey. You are so beautiful with your matching undies and your downcast eyes. Ummmmm. Now stand in front of me and put your hands on top of your head.”Paula complies. Martha slowly lowered Paula’s panties. “Oh goodness. No.