I waited for another half an hour and reentered my hand and as I was about to keep my hand on her ass, I was taken aback as didi was not wearing any p...nty now. I slowly moved my hand on her bush covered pussy and slowly strated feeling its moistness. This was more than enough for my Lund, I slowly took out my lund from pyjama and undies and was through after 10-12 to and fro moves. I slowly took out my hand from her rajai and slept after that.Next day we reached my house at around 2 in the. I recently read an article written by a sex therapist that suggested that writing about your experiences may be a way to not necessarily stop the desire, but the beginning of learning how to control them. These chronicles are the experiences that have been the driving force behind the uncontrollable sexual desires that I am so desperate to control… This is how it all began... ----------------------------------------------- My Cousin Jason What am I about to do? I'm attracted to girls, right?. She was sitting on the couch, had a pretty tight little tube top on that cradled her nice tits, and a mini skirt that was shorter than anything that I had ever seen her in before. Both of her nipples were hard as pencil erasers and poking through the white material of her tube top. I could see her bright pink panties under her blue jean micro mini skirt too. I never get to see her panties. This was a very special day indeed. When she saw me staring at her crotch I swear that she parted her. The one person whose feet I obsessed over, however, was my very own mother. Ever since I could remember, Mom would wear a skirt with pantyhose and heels to her job at one of the bank branches in town. And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep. I was fortunate to have my own.