. but I guess I'm being silly after all we've done." at this she took a deep breath and started to talk again."When I talked to Mom yesterday morning,...I was scared ... I guess 'cause I didn't know what we were going to do and ... and I thought I might not like things. Mom told me not to worry and to trust you just like I would trust her."Yesterday afternoon I 'kinda told her what we had done and I could hear in her voice that she was happy and she kept telling me over and over that she was so. That night I can’t control, so I started to fondle with her boobs with nighty on, thinking that she is sleeping. As an initiative, I opened her nighty zip. In the glimpse of street light, I could see a part of her boobs as she had a bra. I didn’t proceed further.Next day, after exams she came to my house when no one was there. She went and closed the door and called me after few minutes. The thing I saw I got shocked. She was in her bra and pant. She told me that he is finding hard to remove. If only that were the case. Sadly, it was not for Helena. She desired men to cum for her, on her, in her, even. She was just too reserved to flaunt herself, letting the men know that she wanted cum. She had to rub herself to even get any relief from the cravings she had for it.Then she met Bill. She had heard about him from some of her friends. He was wild. He did things that would get him kicked out of many towns, jailed in others. He was that bad boy that mothers warn their chaste daughters. ” “What may I call you by?” She favored me with a slow wink, her dark red lash dipping suggestively as her smile grew wicked; an obvious promise of things to come, or so I hoped. “You may call me whatever you please. Dominique suits me as well as any other. Enjoy your day, Monsieur.” I bid her farewell, pulling back her chair, giving her my hand, lifting hers to my lips. As tempting as it was, I kept myself from worshipping her dainty knuckles, merely brushing them with my farewell kiss,.