This gave me confidence. I used this opportunity to raise my towel further more to make it clearly visible for her. I moved the foreskin back to show ...er my pink strawberry tip. When she came back after closing the door, she took a stool and stood on that and she is now very close to my cock. She was directing me to search inside another box. After some time she said it is there and took the vessel she was searching for. She said thanks and came down. Everything was normal, and I came back to. But she quickly broke the silence with a giggle and the response “ I know, right! “ she leans in. “ Its worse for me. I’m her mother, I’m really not supposed to be looking as her ass” she giggles , face turns red, an obvious confession. One that I really want to reinforce. I lean in close to her ear and ask in a low tone.” When was the last time you got to spank her.”She pulls her headBack. looks me in the eye, then leans back in close to me whispering in my ear. ( for no reason because we are. She removed a glass of orange juice from amongst the pot and jugs and placed it in front of Richard. She smiled at the boy and turned to Jane."Will there be anything else Miss?" Jane shook her head."No Thankyou Annette, that will be all for now." She watched the girl leave and turned to Richard who was still writing."You may have a little break and drink your orange juice if you like. Or sip it as you work if you would prefer." Richard looked across his desk at Jane."He could not help dropping. She loved her mother, but she knew she had to leave.That night, she stuffed her backpack with a week’s worth of undies, two changes of jeans and shirts, her flute, and a Boy Scout Handbook. She had her hatchet on her belt and her Barlow knife in a pocket. She tied a tarp and blanket on top for a bedroll, filled her canteen with water, and made three ham sandwiches. In a baggie, she stuffed her savings – thirty-four dollars and sixteen cents. Then, she raided the sugar jar for two tens, six.