Since it was Sunday, I woke up late, my mother-in-law served me tea and said we need to talk. She said, “What happened yesterday was wrong. This sho...ld never happen again.” She cannot spoil her daughter’s life. “We should not talk or do anything like this anymore.”I was quite at the moment as I knew she had guilt feeling running in her mind. Whatever I say will not help. We had a silent Sunday and most of the time she was in her bedroom.A few days passed and things started becoming normal. She. Helen, it might be boring for you, but it can't be helped; you'll just have to make yourself at home here in my absence. Dina, while we are away, I don't want you playing any of your silly bossy tricks with Helen; she is to be treated as my woman from now on, understand?"Dina's acceptance of this was rather grudging, but she had really no choice. She consoled herself with the thought that all the others had come and gone over the years; this one would be no different. But there was a nagging. Donna met me at the far end of the store and commented with a giggle, “Keep it up, Sharon, and this guy will want to fuck you in the back room.” “Keep up what?” “That sexy walk. You're practically begging him to fuck you,” she replied and laughed aloud. “What? No I'm not!” I protested with a little too much vigor. We bought the shoes and I wore them out of the store, liking the way they looked and felt, and really liking the way they made me feel. After some more window shopping we wound up at. It is dark. I am alone. A continent away. But as I touch myself I am being touched. My hardness grows and my shaft arches, pointing up toward myself, straining towards me, unyielding and unbending, firm and resolute, within my grasp and the velvety smoothness betraying the steel-like hardness. Unbreakable will and determination. I think of words. They were just words. But they were more than words. The words were a pair of leggings pulled down, and an ass being thrust backward to the man behind.