My all dreams now i have lost my all hopes and tried to forget that hole but i was observing about their proceedings and i came to know that her fathe... and mother were doing job she was in school and her brother also studied in school but the one good thing favoring me that he was in evening shift sooooooo that girl is alone at home from 1 pm to 6 pm i watched the girl daily coming from school wearing skirt and become crazy after seeing her very fair and good shaped legs but only up to knees. It all started innocently at first. It was the summer before my senior year in HS, I used to stay up late on the sofa watching HBO and Showtime until I fell asleep. On a Saturday morning, I woke up as mom was fixing breakfast. I had never looked upon my mom in a sexual nature before, but as I lay there I couldn't help but notice how transparent her gown was as the sun shone through the windows.Mom was very busty, she had gotten a breast augmentation about ten years before when she was about. I gasped and he sunk his teeth into my neck. I turned my head into his neck and screamed. I came hard shaking and panting and he circled my clit with his fingers making my orgasm last longer, I slowly came down from the high and felt his hands running down my sides to my hips. I whimpered aloud when his hands tightened on my hips. I could feel his pulsing erection in my back. “Such a good Kitten, soaked like a good girl,” he growled in my ear, as he sunk inside me with a hard thrust. Panting. When I tried them on in the shop I felt like a real tart, but, let's face it, that was exactly what I had agreed to be. In fact, I found myself wondering more and more what exactly I was: tart, prostitute, escort, courtesan, whore, hooker – so many different ways of describing a woman who sold sex.Each one was subtly different and implying a different attitude, both on her part and on the part of the one paying. And which term could I safely use if I ever had to tell my friends what I'd done.