I stood up and brought a hand down to my crotch. I pressed my handagainst the silk pair of pajama pants my mother wore before I enteredher body. As I ...id I let out a little gasp of excitement. The feeling Igot from touching myself down there was amazing. It was indescribable."Oh my. I should stop," I said to myself as I realized what I was doing,was very wrong. I picked up my mother's bra and shirt and headed back tomy room.Going into my room I sat down on my bed. "Ok, so in order to go back. This is the obvious sign to pick up on that a girl is open to play ball so NEVER miss out on this one guys!! I started asking her open ended questions that would allow her to talk about him being shitty and thus allow her to open herself up more and more to having some fun. She talked about how she walked in on him fucking her best friend at home a day after catching him getting blown at work in the walk in cooler. The more Leslie drank the more relaxed she got as she confessed that she has a. Just the thought made her want to rub her pussy, but with her daughter standing right there . . . she elected to wait. “Well . . . I could call over to Sally and see if she would let her sons attend but more importantly, find out if they are even interested in coming to a sleepover with 14 and 15-year-old girls.”“Awesome! You’re the best mom ever! Let me know,” said Jamie as she left the kitchen. As Shelley fantasized in even more lewd details about what her daughter had just shared, she. Tonight, they were to have supper with two couples that had contacted them through the Oakland Yacht Club, inquiring about the berth the Joy Redux wasn't actually occupying.Jack and Deb had discussed possibly subletting the spot out, and she'd advised sounding the other couples out, first, over supper.Deb had done some research, and found both couples were partners on a wooden sailing vessel that competed in the Master Mariner's Regatta each year, but didn't venture out of the bay. At first,.