This kind of small explorations went fine for a couple of months. One day she caught me observing her assets whenever she used to move around in the h...use but she didn't raise that topic before me.That night too i started a similar kind of exploration and it went quite normal as it used to go everyday but later i got to know from my s*s that she was awake that day and observed what all I am doing with her. Even after that day she never brought that topic before me but she became a bit strict. Max dropped his voice, made it huskier somehow before he continued. ‘It’s because I understand your body better than you do.’ He gave me a knowing look that made me quiver. I channelled my rage and screamed, ‘Fuck off,’ before racing towards my bedroom. If I got there before him I could shut him and everything he was saying out. He followed me slowly and wedged his foot in the doorway before I could slam the door shut. ‘Just leave me alone!’ I shouted. Max stood where he was and began. The two of them did not sign out on Sunday and left the lights on.”“Chet’s been dead for four days. I get a no about bringing him back.” John looked around from his kneeling position next to the dead man, “Are the airport drawings here?”“They are supposed to be, but no. There are only the drawings from the subcontractors. How important is this?” Agnes asked.“We believe there are 40,000 tons of our stolen gold under that airport. We lost four men this morning and now here is another one,” John. I pull my left knee up towards me and then let it lie back down to the side. My hand now travels to the inside of my upper thigh. As I do so, my right hand runs through my short, soft pubic hair, gently pulling it as I do so. After a moment, I draw my hand to my mouth to wet my fingers and then return it to my crotch. My wet finger tips delicately run over the folds of my vagina. Exploring the creases of the skin. Down and up over the lips before returning to my mouth to wet them some more..