Trying to act nonchalant, I attempted to carry on laying the table, making as little eye contact with mom as possible but she was on a roll, seemingly...intent on telling me things.We had countless sleepovers as you call them and I’ve seen her masturbate many times. “By then, I’d finished the table, mom encouraging me to sit beside her on a dining room chair. My eyes widened, mom seemingly reading my mind.“Yes, she saw me do it too.Seeing another girl touching herself be beside you, in your bed,. He was playing with himself as he watched something on his hand-held device, some porn no doubt, having a good wank in bed, unawares his auntie Mariel was outside his door watching him.Of course he was being discrete, on his side facing away from me and covered up, but boys do it that way, whereas we girls do it on our backs or fronts, out and in the open for all to see, a little bit unfair if you are a voyeur, which I was at this particular moment in time.I had a sudden urge to barge in on him. She was laying there with a T-shirt that was too short to cover her whole body and a thin pair of pink cotton panties with blue flowers on them. I had to admit that the girl was beautiful. She had raven black hair, pouty soft lips, the cutest spackle of freckles. She had a well-proportioned face. She only barely had the slightest swell of breast with just slightly puffy little nipples preparing to grow into full-bloom womanhood. I took my clothes off. I had no intention of playing around, I. " thesheriff said."Country Western slips? You mean petticoats? Are you describingpetticoats Sheriff?" Susan asked."Petticoats? That's it, petticoats. He's got layers of them, and he'sgot a doll dressed the same exact way as he is. That's what made methink it was a girl. I was guessing younger because of the shoes," thesheriff said."Shoes? Not boots?" Susan asked trying to get as much information downas she could before adding, "And that country western slip? I mean ifthere are no boots.