” She reaches back with her left hand and I can tell the moment she puts a finger insider her asshole. I just watch while I stroke trying not to cu.... I do not want to miss any of this. She tilts her head back but is looking at me the whole time. I am mesmerized. She is rubbing her clit faster. She is moaning loudly and suddenly her whole body tenses up and it is almost as if she cannot breathe. She lets out a huge moan and bucks her hips several times. Her pussy is so wet that the seat is. "Try not to wake your brother, you'll have to climb over him and the bed to get to the shelf," Betsy called out."Holy...fucking...shit!" Anna cried out as she stood in the door of the room."What! What is it?" Betsy cried, quickly drying her hands to run to her daughter's side, fearing the worst."You gotta see this, Mom," Anna laughed, eyes riveted on her sleeping brother."Holy...fucking..shit!" Betsy growled as she joined her daughter.The boy was snoring soundly on his back, the blankets pushed. It was wonderful to stand on the forecastle and watch the billowing canvas white against the blue of the sky, serenaded it seemed by the calls of the busy sailors trimming the sails to take best advantage of the wind, and the piercing cries of the gulls. My poor aunt suffered the same as my mother and rapidly disappeared below decks to the safety of her berth. I was so excited at this great adventure, free from the cloying familiarity of my home town. It took the whole of the day to reach the. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the window and see you in the parking lot. Nobody else is here yet, and I go downstairs and let you in the building. I lead you in a hurried fashion upstairs. There is not much time before other staff arrive for work. I shepherd you into my office and lock the door behind us. I ask to see your wet panties. You retrieve them from a plastic grocery bag and hand them to me. I bring them up to my face and inhale your scent. Should I call it a scent? Or an aroma? Or is.