I am such a pervert.Bee-lining for her dresser, Angie unzipped her skirt and pulled the tails out of the waist band. She began to unbutton her blouse ...nd opened her top drawer with the other hand. Inside, laying atop her underwear was a note.Sweetie. Please come to my bedroom.She stumbled back a step, heart waking up and banging hard against her slender rib cage. Suddenly her mouth was dry and her underarms moist. The note was addressed in her mom's visually lilting, pretty script.Angie turned. “As you know Constance, in former times our forebears were very wealthy and when wool meant money, they built this house and acquired the land around us. Now that the wool price has dropped, we are still well respected landowners, but there is little enough money to keep the place going and for us to live the lifestyle we would wish. You are now eighteen and should be ready to seek a husband but in order to find the right sort of man, one with the means to keep you in a style that befits your. It didn't hide much and I'd been nervous to wear it, but oddly the appreciative glance of the young maitre d' made me feel more self-assured, sexy.He whistled lowly, dropping the professional demeanour altogether. "No Ms. Tanner, you don't, although I wish you did. But Mr. Brooks said you'd be the prettiest little redhead I've ever seen, so I took a guess. He wasn't lying." His smile widened as I thanked him."You and Mr. Brooks are dining the conservatory tonight," he said with a shake of his. She was erotically fascinated with my body, I could tell."Have you done this before?" I asked."Not in a long time, dear. Before you were born."Her fingers caressed me with a constant, vertical motion, my pussy oozing clear, warm lube as if on command. She painted my labia with it, maintaining a slow and steady motion. I felt like I wanted to push my hips into her fingers, but the amount of pressure she used was perfect. I kept gasping."You're good at it. Ohhhh..." I bit my lip, my eyes getting.