For this i have to convince her how much i want her.Now during my study hols when i get bored studying i used to go to her home and play with her kid,...thus slowly i became close to her. i used to stare at her every time i get a chance. she doesnt mind my stares very often.Everyday i used to comment upon her dressing style or her hairstyle or something her..to keep her impressed. Once i told her she has a great figure though she is a mom. She was happy to hear that. i asked her number to my. We saw the woman moan with pleasure. Finally, Jennifer lost all control and pulled down her pants and panties, to push her hand against her wet mound. I watched, and I admit that I too had put my hands down my pants to feel my own dampness. She moaned and squirmed as she felt the buildup of her first orgasm. She asked for my help because "I had done this before". I obliged... I sat down next to her, and started playing with her vagina. She removed her hands from herself, and let me work. Both agreed that they would no longer ask Mom to fix their breakfasts.They left for their summer activities, and I started trying to think of ways that I could speed up my investigation. I was talking to Ring about the investigation when I mentioned that it sure would be easier to do the grunt work if I had been able to see the murder.[That never occurred to me. I can show you that event anytime you ask. You just can’t do anything to make any changes in what happened. It is already frozen in. ‘So you’re a lesbian- right?’ At this point I would usually sigh and say, ‘I guess that’s the simplest way to put it- yeah.’ Over time my answer was boiled down to the much more simple, ‘yeah,’ and everything else that came before it was just skipped for the sake of brevity. And to keep me from pulling my hair out. My mother had the hardest time understanding. I had found prince charming, but managed to let him slip though my fingers. Even though I was having his child. (She knew nothing about.