Tim felt his cock surge to attention as her ass wiggled away."Damn!"Tim took a deep breath outside of Paige's apartment door. He had waited a week bef...re calling her. Between vacations and book signings, it took them six weeks to find a mutually acceptable date. Tim wanted to take her out to dinner and the theater but Paige insisted that she wanted to cook dinner for him. "I love to cook and I'm good at it. And I love to do what I'm good at." So here he was, outside her door with flowers in one. Then I stood back up straight and let Freddy get a good look at my cheap, very-plain panties."¡Baja tus bragas, también!" Freddy barked out at me in Spanish, ordering me to "pull down my panties, too," as soon as he realized that I had mistakenly assumed that the reason why he had told me to pull my pants down, was because he wanted to see my panties.I thought to myself, Oh my God! Freddy doesn't care about seeing my panties. He wants to see my pussy! And I just know he's not gonna let me. I stroked my finger back up between my parted pussy lips, dragged it over my erect clit, teasing myself. Was it being exposed outdoors like this that made me so horny? Was it the pot? I looked over at my sleeping friend. Or was it being close to Emily? Oh my gosh! How long had it been? Wasn’t it time to put more sunscreen on Emily? You had to be very careful about reapplying, I knew. She would never forgive me if I let her burn. I got up off my own chair and sat on the edge of Emily’s. I didn’t. It means a lot to me that you like my things and even more so, what you like doing with them. I do understand what you are feeling and I think that is nice. Love, MomSince she knows what I am doing, I find her black and silver ovals and along with the gold half-square glasses, I do some things. All the while thinking how good it could be with Mom helping me with this fetish. Then I clean things up and get back on that old Sporty. I decide not to let Mom think I did anything, just to see what.