I stayed out of trouble, and tried to catch up on things I thought I might have missed at the lousy junior high I had gone to. When it came time to go... it was very anti-climactic. We got up very early in the morning, around 3 AM. I followed the instructions in the letter, took nothing but a decent set of clothes, (which I wore), and my Mom drove me off in our beat up Honda Civic wagon. It was nearly a 5 hour drive to get there, and I was tired. I couldn't sleep though. I was just too excited.. Finally her hips gave a series of furious lunges as she crested towards her orgasm before she slowly started to subside. I was quickly learning to sense my mistress?s different natures and I sensed that Harriet needed one quick violent series of thrusts to complete climax. Being so close to my mistresses during our lovemaking and having all my senses concentrated so close to the very cores of their sexual well-being had made me the perfect love toy. I sensed the very point at which Harriet. With her back to me, she bent at the waist with her feet a little wider that her shoulders to pour wine into a glass that was on a small table nest to the hot tub. You guessed it, her pussy was on clear display to me not 6 feet away, as she slowly and deliberately filled her glass. I could not tell if her labia were shaved, but there was no visible hair surrounding her vulva. I could even see or imagine that I could see her pink rosebud as her butt cheeks were separated by her bending over. The. She excused herself about nine- thirty and went upstairs. I sat on the couch, breathless, imagining exactly what she must be doing. I drew my legs up until the backs of my thighs were pressed against my pussy, and I rocked in excitement, arousing myself with the new secret fantasies.I left the TV playing --- kinda loud, so she'd be less likely to hear me creeping up the steps. My feet were bare, and I was on tiptoes, my ears perked for the slightest, most telltale sounds.And did I hear them?.