That feels so good." The wig she was wearing must have been a very expensive one because it fit her like her own hair, and looked perfectly natural on...her. She did, in fact, almost look twenty one. "I like your hair", I told her. "What about my panty and nightie?", she asked. I replied that I did, and asked her if she had others. "Yes, I have, and also a lot of other underwear like bras, slips, panties, hosiery," she said, "I would love to show it all to you sometime soon." She began to rub her. I haven't done this for years. Our mouths came together, tongues exploring each others mouths as our hands continued to knead each other, Fiona's mouth tasted of cider and tobacco, but at that moment it was a wonderful taste, the scent of her femininity filled the room as it mixed with my own. Suddenly I felt her hand under my skirt, her fingers inching under my white,silk knickers. I gave a moan as she pushed a finger into me gently moving it in and out. She stopped kissing me, standing up she. Oh god.. I got damn sacred.. I dint know what to do.. I suddenly went near her and asked her not to say anyone.. She said she will say to my mom.. I was really sacred and suddenly the main door opened and my mom came in.. She ran towards my mom as if to tell but she told some other topic.. I felt relief.. I went back to my room and dint return until dinner..At dinner i avoided looking at her face and i returned to my room again.. This time i locked my room and started to watch porn and. We shared two cars so far, both entirely electric, and admittedly Mom and Dad’s relative affluence helped with the venture capital and overhead. It was a relatively recent idea, but we loved that it gave us more control over our professional as well as private lives, no longer worried about placating some kind of supervisor or colleagues. We were all co-owners of the business, with Mom and Dad as silent partners and investors by their own wishes.“What are the odds that his parents will be on.