She let out another almost audible gasp when she saw her panties being sniffed by her young son. She felt ashamed of herself for spying on her own son...during such a private moment. But the lack of sex since her divorce were a driving force and kept her at the door. She shivered as she felt some of her juices begin to run down her thighs, her panty crotch was completely soaked and could absorb no more as she witnessed the erotic scene before her.Shamefully she lifted her skirt as she watched and. She has a full, walk-in closet of clothes.Her clothes are current, fashionable, and updated on a regular basis.Her clothes are in comparison to the poor quality, non fashionable, illfitting, and uncomfortable control clothing that she was forced to wearby those controlled and made her hide.Diana is now engaged, and now an established author and open micperformer. She is respected business woman; Diana is know well in thecommunity. Her life is completely happy...ACT IIAt the other reality, those. She took the topic of girl friends . She asked do i have gfs to which i replied yes . As she was living in USA she asked whether u have fucked any of ur gfs . I maintained silent for that question . She came a lose to me and said do no be shy , say the truth , i replied no .As i am a sensitive type she made me feel shy so in order o make her feel shy, i asked about her sex life .To which she replied that she wasn’t satisfied by her husband . She wanted more of sex in her life she said it to. .. yes! Ungghhh!"Laura leaned forward over her, momentarily pressing her own dangling, naked breasts into Sara's back, whispering in her ear. "I love fucking you like this... I love to fuck you..." she breathed.Sara, her eyes closed, smiled. "I love it when you suck me... and fuck me," she gasped softly, biting her lower lip. Her eyes suddenly opened, and a grin broke out on her face. "Hey, I'm a poet!"Laura kissed the backs of her shoulders, pushing the red hair of the wig aside and licking.