Then she laid down and started her rubbing again. I was sure she heard me and I was busted but I slowly moved back to see her. She had shifted and now...I could see right between her legs. Her new position aimed her pussy right at me. I was now going crazy with desire. Her show had intensified and I could feel the blood in my body pounding in my ears. As I saw her climax I decided not to push my luck and I started down the hall. I moved as quietly as I could but the floor creaked and I was sure. FIL had instructed us not to wear clothes when in the house and we used to roam around in our lingerie. My MIL had an awesome collection of bra’s and panties, she was one kinky lady after all. My FIL had started to fall for me and he had no shame about it. He used to sleep next to me and put sindoor in my maang and behaved like my husband but more of like my masters type. Half of the day went by in making love itself. My MIL now became much gentle and saw her past in me. Somewhat she also. I was skinny, undeveloped. I had boring brown hair. My dress was fucking beige.How could someone like her actually like me?The next day at school, there was a note from her in my locker. It read:"Amy,"I'm really sorry. I know that was fucked up. I should have talked to you before I touched you like that."I've noticed you before. I've watched you hanging out with them, and I could tell you were different. I thought you were so super pretty. Not that fake-horrible-bitch pretty like Nicole. Really. “What are we doing?” “Nothing. We’re just talking.” She slipped her hand in my pants and rubbed my flat cock while staring at me. “See? We’re just two pals talking.” “I like talking,” I said, in a shaky voice. “Me too. I like talking so much.” “Why are you—doing this?” “Doing what?” I didn’t know what to say. “You mean, this?” She pulled my pants down to my thighs and started jerking me off, even though my dick was only half hard. But seeing her hand around it killed off some of my nerves and.