You wait, mother, she thought spitefully. You just fucking wait.Two weeks in and already ensconced in a predictable daily and night-time routine, Mand... knew that her mother attended yoga classes that evening, whilst Toby played squash. That left she and Alan alone for the best part of two hours. Before today it hadn't seem to matter. Now though, after the earlier lecture, Mandy's priorities had shifted.Under the table, she lifted a bare foot and stroked a set of dinky pinkies over Alan's lower. It’s easy for me to do it, especially if said material is of interest to me. I can also notice details in people, events and objects that usually evade ordinary people. It’s one of my hidden talents. I have an extraordinary sense of prediction. No, I’m not psychic. But I can predict the logical outcome of events when given sufficient information. I can extrapolate, compensate for eventualities and worst case scenarios and give you a fairly accurate prediction of just about anything. Of course,. . ?” he gulped.“Oskar Kokoschka,” she giggled.“Wow. I just...”“I know. I couldn’t wait to surprise you.”He pulled his eyes away from the expressive, darkly colorful portrait to look at the other paintings. Freddy was more social, meeting the gathering of mothers of children dancing downstairs, at least a couple she knew. Again, like the landscapes, more excellent art done by unknowns in diverse modern styles, none more contemporary than the fifties. Except one. Superrealistic. Pop. Conceptual.. Removed my clothes.. started playing.. on MOMs panty.. smelled it smelled it and licked.. and started stroking my cock.. lost my self.. and put the panty into my mouth.. and started chewing the centre part of the panty where the juice was there.. chewing the panty enjoyed my masturbation..And MOM called… Puttu.. I answered what..having panty in my mouth.. she asked me what r u eating.. I said.. Nothing..a piece of apple… took out the panty from mouth.. and asked what.. she said.. give me that.