”I was really hoping Rachel would call me. Mom always strips down to her panties and puts on a sleeveless shirt. I’ve seen her wearing a shirt tha...’s so sheer, I can see her nipples. Her nipples look no bigger than Rachel’s and I still have that image in my head.“Guy! Come in here, and bring your camera. Mom and I need to see you.”I walked into Mom’s bedroom just in time to see her bent forward, stepping into a tiny pair of white panties, just like Rachel wears. They fit her butt tighter than. "The eyebrows... theygot burned in an accident."Tim seemed to consider this for a moment, but then his eyes filledwith hatred. "Fuck yeah, you're sick. What, you turn queer on us orsomething? You look like a damn fairy!" Disgusted, Tim took a seaton the other side of the classroom. Stunned, Mark got up to defendhimself, but then he noticed the stares of the other students thatwere present in the classroom. Mark sat down. A few minutes later, the bell rang and the lesson began. Lost. “Maybe the other day was what YOU needed after all.” Sarah smiled, unable to stop the shine in her eyes.“I think you’re hiding something from me,” Karen said. “What are you using, a broom handle, or did you find yourself a nice dildo?”“I don’t like those things,” Sarah said, although she had never used one in her life. “Nor a broom handle, either.”Karen searched her sister’s face, smiling softly. She turned on the couch, bringing a foot underneath her body, her white skirt hiking halfway up her. This action resulted in his wet tongue grazing across her clit, every time she moved her hand.‘Oh God,’ Meg groaned, as his fingers found her tight, desperate, wet pussy and slowly sunk deep within her. ‘You utter bastard.’‘You’re welcome,’ he grinned, as he slightly bent his fingers, in order to manipulate Meg’s G-spot. ‘Keep your fingers moving for me,’ he directed.‘Oh, God, I think I’m going to come,’ groaned Meg, her fingers automatically speeding up and losing rhythm.‘You are,’ agreed.