She did one last check of the machinery, then realized that she was stalling. She debated using the bathroom -- she had to pee pretty bad -- but decid...d against it. No doubt, she'd lose control of bladder several times today, but that just added to her arousal.Finally, she sat down in the wooden chair. The seat had a hole in it, and wasn't very comfortable, but it allowed complete access to her cunt. And after all, this wasn't about her being comfortable. She set her feet on the cool metal. She also spotted the wonderful jar of cream she had used to masturbate with earlier. "I wonder why she brought this? Maybe she's just worried about her mother's rash. That's my thoughtful girl."Lauren pulled out her bathing suit and started to undress thinking about the jar of cream. Maybe just a little to give me a tingle down there, she giggled. She sat there buck naked and scooped out a dollop of the cream. She rubbed it into her slit and marveled how it instantly made her feel happy and. Perhaps it was just that he was special, that he couldn’t share his dreams enough to make the people understand him. “Anyone special I mean, he loves everyone, even those bastards who keep trying to trip him up” She had learned to use words she would never have used before; her husband was a proper working man and would happily pepper his language with expletives, that was normal. She had learned to use them as she saw the evil, sly, devious and greedy circle round her son. She wasn’t proud of. .." said Steve in a bright cheery voice, "I have something totell you."I looked at him, he always seemed so confident, never fazed even by ablubbering fool like me. I realized in that moment that in a way Iloved Steve, he was everything I wasn't and in some ways I wished Icould be like him. Now I was wondering what he was going to say."I think I'm gay!" Steve said in a matter of fact way.I looked at him but I could not take in what he'd said, I thought I'dbetter think very carefully what I was.