She was wearing her light blue nightgown, perhaps my favourite one. A nightgown is always sexy, but she was decently covered, nothing too provocative....I could still guess the curves underneath the thin material and seeing the shadow of her protruding nipples was a big turn on. I needed no further stimulation to be aroused. I was wearing pajama boxers which were slightly more forgiving than my training pants but soon my mother noticed my bulge anyway.“Did you sleep well, honey?” my mother asked. As I continued to rub my fingers parted my lips, god I was so wet, I slipped a finger inside and I couldn't help but release a gasp. I watched the woman on the screen remove her panties and then continue to rub herself between her legs.Her eyes were closed and she was breathing loudly. One hand now was holding open her lips whilst the fingers on her other hand rubbed at her clit.I removed my panties and followed the lead of the woman on the screen, my left hand was holding myself open while the. Juli suggested walking out deeper and washing each other’s backs to clean up some of the dirt from the pond bottom. Then they walked into the shallow and clean more of their legs and finally stepped out. Their feet were still dirty but otherwise they felt better. They lay down in the sun and let themselves dry. They replenished their thirst with water and waited for the guys. Feeling better they decided to walk the horses in the direction the guys took. The walking was good exercise for their. "Miami Herald," a pleasant female voice announced when they answered the phone."Joseph Lowenstein, please." Your name?" John Doe. I have some information for him," I told her.I was hoping she didn't press the issue. I didn't really want my name popping up anywhere yet, just in case. I hadn't really dealt with reporters before, but I was guessing anonymous calls weren't completely out of the norm for these guys.She didn't say anything else. Instead her voice disappeared, replaced by a series of.