After staring at her ass, with her turning one way to look out the window the other way and with me enjoying the nearly naked, side profile silhouette... views of her breasts, always she turns to face me to talk to me and to cause me to quickly remove my stare. Now with her areolas, nipples, and blonde patch of pubic hair clearly visible through her thin nightgown, we'd talk as if she's fully dressed, as if I couldn't see any part of her body, and as if I wasn't aroused and interested in seeing,. After a while, they gave up, my mother giving a great, disappointed sigh. "Maybe next time, baby? I suppose we'll have to make do tonight. But at least you can hear me. Do you like my voice, baby? Do you like your mommy's voice?"I was thunderstruck. Could it be? But yes, it was! She continued speaking to her cyber sex partner, all the while rocking back and forth, back and forth and grinding her dripping gash into the wooden chair. And not just cyber sex, no! She was playing out a fantasy. And. This girl used to call every DJ, every day, flirting, talking dirty, asking the guys about their cocks, the girls about the their pussies, and generally teasing us all. I should have guessed that she had some psychological issues, but at the time, it had been about six months since I had "snapped the bean" and I was getting itchy. By early August I was really getting bothered. It was hot as blazzing balls and no amount of jerking could compensate for the balls and shaft's urgent need for. Squirming really stopping now though her eyes follow him full of hate. Standing in front of her again. Her eyes looking up at him.'Pretty good job even I say so'. 'I have one of those old crank telephones, but we'll get to that later if you still have some problems letting me fuck you anyway I like'.She just stares at him.'Now don't worry if these tear your nipples'. 'I have anti-coagulate and a neat little sewing kit'. 'It would be best though if you don't tear one of them off completely'. 'I.