I wanted to see if women could enjoy sex. My mother sure didn't. My married sister wouldn't Even talk about it."I'll tell mom if you ask me that again..."My older sister said, "I don't touch myself there! I certainly wouldn't let a man do it."My freshman year was filled with cast iron bras and sheet steel girdles. Victoria was keeping her secrets secret. My little sister still slept in footed flannel, and she was in the 8th grade. Playboy ignored the existence of crotches. I wanted to SEE, and. Realising this mam hurriedly took her towel and tied it down. Even we ran back and took our hiding places. The watchman came and again asked mam to hold his chair. As he went up trying to fix the geyser. Thus time the watchman stood in such a way that his dick was facing mam’s face. Mam was standing in a doggy style because if she stood straight her boobs would be very clearer to the watchman and if she kneeled down then her pussy would be all gift for my friends lying under the bed. I heard. There was no one else.I started taking interest in vaini as time passed bacause sometimes we used to watch television in the afternoon, hbo etc. Aunty used to be usually asleep from 2-4:30 in the afternoon. While watching movies i noticed that she never changed the channels during any kissing or hot scenes (something that a married women would usually do while with a stranger or another man nearby)… Even i used to feel embarassed in her presence…. But then i started thinking … Why is it that. Tears streaming down my face, Standing back to back with him, I took off the bra and dropped my panties to the floor. "OK," I said again.He turned to see my bare bottom. Then I turned, my hands covering what I could. Paul just stared. Slowly I let my hands drop to my sides, revealing my tuft of hair and everything else for that matter. He stood like in a trance. Finally, one word, barely audible. "Wow." I turned back and rapidly got my clothes on.============== A few weeks later, I guess Paul.