"While I was walking I was thinking about your problem. The way I see itis that you can't control your urges," she argued. "Forbidding you fromwearing...lingerie is not going to stop those urges, I'm sure of that - nomatter what promises you make. Therefore, I think the way forward is togive you a big dose of what you crave so as to eliminate these unnaturaldesires - to get them out of your system if you want to think of it inthat way."He listened intently to what she was saying. She was more. For fourteen year old his shaft was long and thicker than I’d expected but then again he was a growing boy, already five nine and taller than I. Gradually the rhythm of his hand increased. I felt a tingling in my pants. It sent my hand between my legs to satisfy but between the fabric I couldn’t reach it yet in spite of myself and what I was watching I slide my hand down my pants and touched my mound. No panty to hamper me my hand was soon further down and moving up and down my slit. Her legs glistened in the sun, almost bragging about their fine, muscled shape.I was treated to a better view when Mom finally slid her hands above her knees, leaning back as her fingers worked her thighs. She pulled her t-shirt back to make room for her busy fingers, working the softer flesh here even more. She leaned right back to do the very top of her legs, the spongy part I liked so much. Her t-shirt was pulled right up onto her panties to make room, exposing all of her legs.She moved the. She's sick, and needs the best pediatrician in the world, that treats Albers-Schonberg disease. I don't care where he is, or how much it costs. I need to get this child to the best there is, as soon as possible, but I have no idea how to find out who that is, where they are, or how to get them to see her."Once I know where to start, I can figure how to proceed. I figured your new boyfriend might know who to call, to find out who to call, you know?" I was trading on our history, and we both knew.