I've experienced the heightened arousal fueled by knowing I could be caught at any moment, for as long as I can remember. Probably my first such memor...es revolve around when I used to slink into my Mom's bedroom and get her stockings and panties from her laundry hamper and masturbate with them. I can recall with crystal clarity the powerful sense of excitement and danger in the act. I knew Mom could walk in on me doing the dirty deed with her lingerie, but not only did I not care, I would. She enjoyed being flirted with. She took me bed to bed discribing the benifits of each. She would have me lay on each bed and then lay next to me kind of close most of the time. She smelled really good and her personality screamed sex. As we were going around, her flirting got more and more bold. I started to flirt back and tell her how pretty she was and that I liked her hair and that I enjoyed when she got close to me whenever we lay down on the beds to talk about them. As I’m checking out. ? What did he haveplanned?? She was already moistwhen he'd started undressingher.? By the time she'd noticedthe bondage materials, she waspositively wet.? Her panties weregoing to begin sticking toher crotch if this went on for long. But Jason just kept kissing and licking and nibbling andundressing her as he went.? Hegot down on one knee andcarefully removed her sneakers and socks.? He undid her jeansand slid them down as well.? Thepanties were the last to go. He carelessly tossed her clothes. I'm really angry at being pulled out, and not knowing why has got me in a state."Sandy put a comforting arm around her. "I know how you feel. It's one of the reasons I got out. Too many arbitrary decisions being made by people who really didn't know what's going on." He repeated himself: "I know how you feel."She put her head on his shoulder. "I know you do. I guess I could have done the bunk by myself, but I really wanted to see you, to talk to you about it before I left. I couldn't just.