I scarcely recognized myself again, but wasmore than satisfied with the results. With the conviction that I didn'tlook so much worse than the girls on...the pictures, I loosened up.The photographer encouraged me to try make-up experiments. I'd neverbefore made myself up so often in such a short time. But I was inwonderland: The supply of cosmetics was inexhaustible and there was morethan I could ever have imagined. I only hoped the stylist wouldn't have aheart attack when she returned to her. .. I didn't..." David trailed off as his mother looked him directly in the eyes."David I've noticed the stains in my hosiery and knickers. I saw you masturbating with one of my stockings while you sniffed my panties." Michele said calmly but firmly.David dropped his head into his hands. Michele hugged her son and kissed the top of his head."David I was sixteen when I had your sister; it wasn't until another sixteen years later that you were born. Your Dad and I didn't think I could get pregnant. ”“Does that mean I get a spanking?” she asked, with doe eyes.“Yes, for that, and for not putting your clothes away,” I said, taking off my shirt. “Why don’t you go do that while I do the same and we come back here.”She slinked off on all fours, like a cat that knows she is in trouble. Very enticing to look at, but I needed to hurry. I went and stripped down and put all of my clothes in my laundry hamper, then I cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink. By the time I was done I saw. I carefully used my fingertips, traced the outline of her nipples for a few moments. I was rewarded seeing them stiffening to little points under the shirt. She did not stir with my soft touched; growing bolder, I ran my fingers along the sides of her mounds, noting the size of them. For a young girl of her age, her body was one that would be envied by many older women. Placing my palms on her nipples, I gently pushed the mounds, feeling them compress under the pressure.Her lips moved and I.