..I was in heaven.She was apparently still turned on from Mum's story earlier, because she was weaving her open legs from side to side, and saying how...hot it was here, this time of year. I could see a small wet spot at her crotch.Mum suggested a swim, but Helen protested because she hadn't shaved. Mum just giggled, saying that she hadn't either, and no one was going to notice."Dick, what are you doing?", I asked myself in my head. It had begun to rise. :)Mum and A.Helen went inside to change,. Aside from the annoyances, all this was lost on Danya. She never wore makeup and didn't have a boyfriend. It's not that she wasn't interested in boys, but the few dates she'd had always ended badly when they wanted to get physical. She had been called a tease (and worse), so she eventually gave up. Someday she would meet a man who appreciated her intelligence, and she could wait until then to date. She did masturbate frequently, about once a day on average, using either her shower massager or. Finally, I pulled the waistband over myhips until the material wrapped tightly around mylower body. But instead of feeling constricted in thegroin, or uncomfortable, it felt nice, almostpleasurable.To complete the outfit, I put on a collared, babyblue short sleeve blouse, and a short, flowerpatterned skirt that only went halfway down mythighs. Finally, I slipped on a pair of black leathermary janes, balancing myself on the three inch highheels.When I faced the mirror again, I burst out. She was shocked to see her husband sitting on the toilet wearing one of her nightgowns and masturbating. "What do you have to say for your self?" she asked. "I was horny, and I knew you were no longer in the mood to make love, so I was masturbating to relieve some of the tension. It was late one night that I noticed how soft and silky your nightgowns felt, and how excited I got by touching them, so I thought why not as long as I washed them right away." I am so mad at you right now, you can.