I eyed the closet and considered dressing, then convinced myself that I should go find her, slightly regretting not jerking off in the shower. If she ...urned me down, I’d just be grumpy and petulant all day. Stepping out into the hallway I called her name and heard a muffled reply from down the hall, in the direction of the dining room. Dusting , I thought, please, please let her be almost done . It wasn’t that I couldn’t control my urges. I could. Not well, admittedly, but I could. It was just. I hitch my skirt up and spread my legs so I am totally exposed, my clit is begging to be played with, I can hardly breathe.Finally, he looks at me in the mirror, and takes in the sight of me - everything on display, this time I hold his gaze, and tell him that yes I do often go out with no panties on, because I'm a slut who likes an audience when I play with myself. He pulls the car over and turns the indoor lights on, this is even hotter because I know anyone passing by can see me too. 'Oh. Gemma mouthed to me, "Oh fuck!" and slipped a hand up her boob tube letting me see her black stocking tops and panties. She rubbed her pussy through her black silk panties and my legs buckled at the overload of sexual stimuli. "Join me!" she silently mouthed as she fell back against the wall, parted her legs and accelerated her masturbation.Gemma sighed as she closed her eyes, hell-bent on getting off. I stood confused finding masturbating to the sounds of my father fucking strange. I moved. So i went to her house at night, her husband was also there. So she served me food and we chatted for sometime. Then she told me to sleep at her house. To which i said i ll watch some movie & sleep at my house. She said ok. Then i left and watched some porn and masturbated and slept.I used to wake up later. So next day, she woke me up through my bedroom window. I opened the door and asked her to come inside and i went to wash my face. Upon returing i saw her using my laptop. Thank god she just.