His mouth gaped a few times before he leant in angrily, “I expected you to leave!” Paris shoved her finger into Tom’s chest angrily. “It’s ... freakin’ public bathroom, Tom! What the hell were you thinking? Jesus, you said it yourself; you knew I was here, so why would you make me watch that?” Tom slowly leant back, the anger abruptly leaving his face, “So you were watching. I’d wondered if you were. I was sure I heard you gasp at one point. Was it from pleasure or shock, Paris? I wonder,” his. ..I told him it was fine and that I was at the supermarket and needed a ride. I'll be there in 5.. oh my god what am I doing I thought ....I walked to the cafe area for a coffee to relax me as I walked I noticed the intense heat from my vagina and I was already beggining to get wet with just the thought of him ....He pulled up and straight away began eyeing me up.....u look....errr so sexy .....oh thanks...I sat in the front and he asked where I wanted to go ....I replied why ...u wanna take me. I couldn't count the number of times I've whacked off thinking about my own mother, and that it's so wrong only made it more of a turn-on for me.Not until my father's death would I ever have suspected that my mother had the same kinds of feelings for me. A few months after the funeral, my mother started walking around the house in very sexy outfits, ones that I didn't even know she owned. I just kinda shrugged it off as a strange way of dealing with her loss. Then, a couple months went by, and. He thought that seemed a sensible idea especially with an air conditioned bedroom and he would do that once he returned to the hotel as he felt sweaty and damp himself.I told him that now he was here and not in a rush to go back to the hotel he was welcome to stay longer and then go out for the evening. Again he thought it was a great idea and we could sample some nightlife together. Having made sure the house was secure downstairs we went upstairs and I told him I would get him a bath towel.