No, not strange at all, honestly. He was in trance, deeply hypnotized and relaxing deeper and deeper with every breath, and of course it was only natu...al that he needed to wait to be commanded before he could stroke. But how… ‘Tell me something you need me to know,’ Deanna said again. ‘want to stroke myself,’ John said softly, his voice thick with need. He could picture Deanna on the other end of the line, picture her smile as she said, ‘Then go ahead.’ Without even needing to open his eyes, he. It turns out Hazel was sitting there quietly cumming. One afternoon I was there alone sort of waiting to see if Kay our mail lady was going to stop by and Hazel pulled in. She hadn't been by for a few days and I was actually glad to see her. She hadn't been there long when I noticed she was showing a whole bunch of cleavage. She still had a bra of sorts on but she was really bulging out of it. I tried not to gape but damn she's got some bubbas on her. I made some smart crack in fun and. .. It’s kinda pleasant for me. I hope it is for you as well. And you look happier dry.”“I am happier. I was miserable.”“I don’t normally carry clothes your size. That’s the best I could do.”“Very satisfactory. Never wore a dude’s drawers before.”“To the best of my knowledge, that’s the first time I’ve had a girl wear ‘em.”“You said you had friends who’d been through some stuff in their lives. What kind of stuff?”“It’s kind of strange. Three, no, FOUR of ‘em had pretty bad home lives. Three of. Her next question took me completley off guard. She asked me if I enjoyed watching her in the bedrooom in just her bra and panties. My heart pounded. I guess I had been caught for sure, her stepson peeping in on her almost nude step mom. I stumbled around for some sensible answer as to why I was looking in on her. Before I could come up with some lame answer she said she rather enjoyed being looked at and that with dad gone pretty much all the time she rather welcomed my looking at her. She.