I’ve got sex on the brain all the time. Lately, I just go into my bedroom and put on a CD. I get undressed and lie on my bed. I caress and rub my br...asts. I twist and play with my nipples. Then I’d rub my pussy lips and play with my clitoris. I slowly put one finger into my wet pussy and just fuck myself with my finger. It felt so good and then I’d slip maybe two fingers and play for a while. My pussy got so wet, when I played with my wet cunt.I like to imagine that maybe some man out there is. No, worse! We’re unpaid maids who double as the cook, cleaning-girl and laundry-wench. Maybe, if we’re lucky, a quick fuck once in a while, but only when he felt like it! ‘Well,’ Jenny thought, as the Dylan tune sprang to mind, ‘the times they are a changing, and so am I.’ As Jenny and her companions ventured timidly into the front hallway, eyeing the richly papered walls and Australian hardwood parquet floors, they looked in vain among the swirl of costumed guests for the host or hostess.. This was incredibly arousing- sitting right across from Mom in her silky panties and a huge hard on. Many a morning I had to be careful as I got up to get ready for school and had a few wet spots in her panties as a result.More and more I wanted to get caught and began really pushing it. I began leaving Mom’s panties in my drawer for her to find. It wasn’t already enough that Mom moved me into her bedroom and knew darn well I was wearing her underwear to bed. I wanted more for some reason.I had. I hope she keeps getting better." Well, she must be better if Kevin stayed where I think he did New Year's Eve." Yeah, I've got to talk to you about that. But after school, okay?" All I got in response was one of her cute little grins. My lady was back!Lunch that first day was as if Beth had never been gone. Her remaining mice were at one end of our line of tables and my, what, rats?, were at the other, with all the couples in the middle. Something about Beth's tutelage must have been.