The images that ran through my mind as I pleasured myself were alwayssimilar. Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a...crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dreamed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing on the beachwearing a minimal bikini with all eyes fixed on my barely covered ass.After some time this ritual became routine, I started to feel the need. The whole experience was turning me on so much. My pussy was leaking and it was dripping down my leg. As I sat down on the toilet seat I began to inspect my thong. There was a big wet patch on my crotch area. It seemed to be fresh. It looked white. I lifted my jilbab before sliding it on and took a quick picture.NYCrusader: Good girl. Do you feel that wet patch on your crotch? That is my cum. Rub it into your cunt and masturbate in the toilets for me.He was really pushing my boundaries. I was. "The Dare was a French kiss!"Both Jaimie and Jake shot her a look, but turned back to each other. Jake reached out to her and kissed her again. We could see their mouths opening against each other, and Jaimie reached out to slide under Jake's arm to hold him for a longer kiss. When they stopped the kiss, they were both panting. Jake's shorts were tenting out from his sudden erection as he moved back to his spot on the floor. He looked a little shell-shocked as he sat back down, but quickly. They were spilling out the sides and the two small triangles just covered her nipples. The bottoms were tiny and split her cheeks. When she saw me looking she spun around and asked if I like it. I barely could croak out a yes. I looked around and didn't see anyone else within sight. She laid down to get some sun. She was on the pale side and asked me to rub some lotion on her so she wouldn't burn. I was more then happy to assist. She started on her stomach and I rubbed the lotion on her back.