I thought about it for perhaps a quarter of a second and approached her. “Hey,” I said. She was surprised. “Hi…” she responded. “Dennis.�... I extended my hand. “Do I know you?” “No.” That got her thinking about whether she should pursue the conversation or not. She didn’t move so I knew she would. “Nadine.” We shook hands. “How’d it go in there?” I said. “Um…fine I guess?” I didn’t respond. I looked at her in a way that said I expected her to continue. “I mean I’m not pregnant so…” she gestured. I slide past him my ass mere inches from his face and his hand sneaked up and felt the inside of my thigh. I gasped as it lingered. After what seemed minutes but was actually on seconds he let me pass. Stepping down into a puddle I looked up and saw his face, lips parted teeth showing. I just stood there as the doors closed and he went past. The walk home was a blur my thoughts incohesive. So, enamored by his presence I failed to realize until I walked inside that I hadn’t even bothered to. I closed my eyes again, and rubbed some oil on the underside of her buttocks, and the tops of her thighs where they met. Finally, I did the upper part of her legs, and then stood up.“Thank you, Will,” Janelle said. “Although Cathy got an extra treat that I didn’t.” She certainly didn’t miss a thing.“Now me,” Lori said. “My sides, and my bum and legs. Properly this time.”My prick was more than half erect, and I didn’t think I could keep my mind distracted for much longer. I was sure the others. It was that time when I began to pay even more attention to mom’s partial undress and really enjoy it. The first physical contact came a few months after my first orgasm. I was standing in the hallway bathroom in just my jockeys (pretty typical) trying to get something out of my eye. Mom walked by in just panties and bra and asked what was the matter. I told her and she joined me in the bathroom, squeezing me between her and the countertop. She is standing so close I feel the tips of her bra.