Sometimes, I could detect a bit of wetness emanating from her vagina,manifesting itself on the front of her panties. When I grew into my thirteens or ...o, other things began to happen.If I were home from school and she suggested a nap, new patterns emerged.We napped as usual, her movements and exposure still apparent. What wasnew, however, was my arousal. I was no longer happy to remain a passiveobserver. When I slid down to get a better view of her vagina, I alsobegan to experiment with touch.. I had already gotten up and was lying on the bed lazily when I saw her approaching my room. She came and started shaking me to wake me up and I caught her hand and started rubbing it. She immediately pulled her hand away and asked me angrily as to what I was doing. I told her that I wanted to have sex with her as she is a beauty and also because she was not satisfied with her husband.She was shocked to hear this and told me angrily to shut up and get up and have breakfast or else she will tell. She's just the kind of crazy I never am.I had this odd thought. How nice it would be to hide out in her file cabinet and watch! Then I started fantasizing about jumping out and turning her upside down and-- well, I stopped thinking right then, because this was getting strange. I don't do women! I'm probably the hardest core heterosexual in the whole United States. And Canada. So I obviously wasn't having the thoughts I kept having. That's logic.I agonized about doing it (would she just stop. ”Whatever it was, it was strong and good. We clinked glasses and kissed and kissed till he had my clothes off.Sitting on his couch, I said, “I’m gross from the hike,” but he didn't care. In seconds he'd lifted and spread my legs.“Oh god yes,” he said and went to town licking and sucking like a dog lapping at a bowl of food. I was already soaked when he inserted a finger, then another, and my inner-pornstar came out. He rapidly fingered me, making me drip everywhere while asking, “Do you like.