”“So he can’t drag you into the stationery cupboard and fuck your brains out whenever he wants.”“No, but he does put his hand on my thigh an... slide it up to my pussy in the canteen sometimes.”“And you don’t wear knickers for work?” Jo asked.“No, I don’t have any proper knickers, only a bead G-string thing, it covers nothing but is does rub on my clit when I walk about.”“Yes, I’ve got one of those, they’re good aren’t they? I walk around a lot at work when I’m wearing mine.”“Yeah, I’ve got one. "We're just friends," was a standard response to any probing question I did attempt to ask. As I got older mom could leave me home alone and she could go out with her friends. Some I met personally and others I only heard about afterwards. Some nights she came home late with a friend, laughing as they opened the sofa bed and undressing each other aand kissing. One woman mom brought home was a rather large woman whose back and arms were covered with tattoos. Mom was always careful to check to. As the sun shone brightly across the bed it illuminated the face of the girl lying beside him, his lovely, somewhat buxom and totally desirable niece Cindy.Cindy's big, dark eyes fluttered open and she squinted from the sunlight's glare. She wriggled down into the warmth of the bed and then moved closer to the big, warm body beside her. Suddenly she was wide awake as the memory of last night broke through.Like the man beside her she was the most free from sexual tension she'd ever been in her. Talk about a nerve-racking few days, I was wondering if I was crazy doing this with my neighbor’s daughter. But then I started thinking about her. She really is beautiful. She is probably 5’ 8” and 120 lbs. She has long, blonde hair, and is very athletic looking – probably from the running that she does. And she has such a beautiful face. That’s all I was thinking about until we would get together. When Saturday finally got here, I texted her and told her that I had a room at the Palms Motel. I.