I know every pair of her shoes intimately and I knew I'd never seen these. She looked at the wall, as if watching herself in a mirror, but clearly thi...king about what to do next. She must have done this for a full minute or two before she even looked at me."How was your day?" She asked, without enthusiasm. I couldn't tell if she was trying to change the subject, or just going through the motions."Busy," I said. "Three shopping days till Christmas. So, there were lots of shopping bags of gifts. "We'll talk about that in a minute," she said. "I'm assuming from your ... physical state ... when you returned home that there were no chaperones present."I sensed the reproach in her voice. Mom had a long standing rule that I didn't get to go to parties if a responsible chaperone wasn't at least in the house somewhere.Time to eat humble pie. "No, ma'am." How much did you have to drink?"I started trying to count, but truthfully, I had lost track after the third cup. She waved me off."Were you. Some days they seemed green, some days blue. Today was definitely a blue day. I purposely kept my makeup on the light side. I wanted to be as natural looking as possible.OK, time to check the merchandise. I might as well see what everyone else will be looking at, so I pulled the belt on my yellow terry cloth robe and watched it fall open. My eyes were immediately drawn to the tuft of dark hair on my pussy."That needs some trimming." I thought. "Damn, I should have done it while I was in the. I began to rub myself slowly as I walked, leaving the clearing and my clothes further and further behind. After a couple of minutes I stopped under another large tree and stood leaning back. I felt the rough bark against my shoulder blades and buttocks, the cool air on my legs and stomach and most importantly around my balls and hard cock. I closed my eyes and ran my hand down across my stomach, under my cock gently squeezing and pulling my balls out then letting them drop back; I repeated this.