"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare," I said."That's okay," he replied meekly."It's just that you're so pretty," I added.He blushed again, and smiled.A... I pretended to dial the phone, he asked, "Would you like some teawhile you wait for your tow-service?" "That would be great Mr er.." Sam." That would be great Sam," I beamed at him.Clearly, he was uncomfortable with my presence. The fidgeting gave himaway.I followed him to the kitchen, startling him. "You don't have to help,"he said earnestly.. A few minutes later, however, Val noticed that she was feeling oddly light and tingly, and that the sensation was getting stronger. Something was very wrong. More like something is very right, she corrected as a wave of euphoria swept over her, leaving her gasping in pleasure.She found herself picturing her ideal body, lean and fit, and was proud at how close her she came to that ideal. However, she felt that mental image start to shift as her euphoria was augmented by a giggly horniness, and. Now, I take every oppurtunity I can get to spy on my mother. When she showers, she often leaves the door unlocked and our mirror is located right next to the curtain so i can see her lucious body. The most I've ever done in reality is see her tits and her fingering her slightly hairy pussy. It was the most arousing and erotic thing I've ever seen, but I'm getting ahead of myself, let me explain this day. I was 14 years old and it was a saturday morning. I woke up to the sound of the water. Maybe I am just a grumpy person who dislikes false affability in those who deal with the public, but I have always hated the little speeches the captain of an airplane gives throughout the flight. Anyway, it was about eleven in the morning on a cloudy, snow-covered New York day and fifteen degrees in Syracuse when we touched down. Syracuse is a small city and so is its airport. Daddy had said he didn't really know who was picking us up, just that Grandma Bettina assured him someone would be.