“Oh my, you look fabulous, it needs some attention but this is you.” “What does it need?” I asked. “Your bra is making your breast look lu...py and you have VPL (visible panty line.) It’s such a clingy material.” He suggested I take off my underwear and let him take another look I went back into the changing room and thinking this is some salesperson, he has me wanting to get his approval, then thinking to myself, well he is a pretty boy, and I do want his approval. I removed my underwear and. On the way I was trying to come up with an answer if she asked me if I was by her bathroom door yesterday while she was having a shower. The best response would be deny deny deny. It was an old house so floors just creek on their own. I also realized what trouble that I would get into if I was ever caught, so I decided that I would never ever do that again, after all I had seen every bit of her standing there naked and that image was easily called up in my memory. So there done no more. I'm a good catholic girl, I do my penents, I go to church pray to Mother Mary. As I said the words I prayed that God would forgive me and my whorish life. I was only 14 but felt like my life was already ruined. I'm sex was already ruined from the numberous rapes, andthe infects that my forced partners gave me. My sex looked like a fish, and smels like a rotten tuna. I hated my smell, I knew I could never have a caring and loving husband, and I hadn't deserve one. I was a whore, a bitch to. Alex keeps his eyes closed, his moans curious and sweet. Even though he is enjoying himself, mom can see that he's slightly struggling."Oh wow," he murmurs.His manhood is exceptionally large for somebody his age.Mom tries to get a better view for absolutely no reason. She accidentally slips, making noise. A gasp escapes, but she finds her footing once again. She holds onto the ladder, not knowing what to do. Panicking.Alex quickly breaks out of his trance as he looks over at the trap door that.