You turn to let the water flow over your back and i move to make sure you can't see me at the door. My eyes shift down to your cock and i feel myself...getting turned on. Internally i try to talk myself into moving on, not watching you any longer. Its so wrong to be watching my son! As your hands move over your body as you shower i find it harder and harder to move away. Finally feeling very bold i strip off my clothes in the hall and quietly open the door and slip into the bathroom. i wait. I guess he was hot for my body for a long time and when the right circumstances came about it just happened kind of natural.My mom had insisted that I start in on the pill because she had been to some sort of parent teacher meeting where a lot of mothers revealed their daughters were getting pregnant and had to have an operation to bring them back into continued student status. I had my own suspicions about my fellow female student's lack of vaginal safety measures because most of the guys that. She was married but her husband left her. She stays with her parents now. Their house is very close to my house. She has one daughter 5 years old. This lady manju (name changed) is working in a local garment factory. She goes for her work 7 clock in the morning and comeback 9 o clock in the night. I rare see her. She is very good to see. She had large boobs. I like that very much. She wears only saree. She is about 32. One day I saw her and smiled at her. She did not smile. Every day I used to. .. Don’t we...” her eyes merry while she playfully pinched my cheeks.“Oh yes, ma’am ... we will...” Swati replied promply, her big round eyes on me; a seductive smile on her dark lips.“Won’t we, Rakhi...” she said flirtatiously to the other girl, even though her eyes continued to gaze into mine. Clearly embarrassed, the demure Rakhi only managed to mumble “Uh ... yes, sure ma’am...” her eyes darting to steal a glance at me before she looked away.“Ok, girls ... go and get ready for work now...”.