I almost every day used to see her cleavage and I almost every day came to know which bra she was wearing.Once a guy from our class was enjoying same ...s I used to enjoy. I felt bad. In night on whatsapp I told to take care of her dress as the boys don’t leave any chance to see her improper dress. She said ok but asked me why I am telling to her but I refused to say anything. But on repeated request I told the situation. She sent a shy smiley. And told me.Ankita: why you feel insecure about. I didn't mind. In fact, I got excited. I slid my hand under the water and caressed their thighs. I was trying to concentrate at the things at hand (so to speak), when I brushed up against Marc's hand while I was touching Kim! It seemed as though we were all doing this. At a certain point I stopped. While excited, I was getting overheated in the tub. I announced my plans to get out. Everyone quickly followed.It was getting late, so Cynthia showed us to one of the guest bedrooms. Kim and Jake. Which she then further surprised me, by actually touching them, herself."This feels so wicked," she said, smiling as she said it, yet meaning it too. And it did, wickedly wonderful, wrong perhaps...even decadent, but wonderfully erotic and sensual beyond belief as she sat there toying with her own breasts, cupping and kneading her soft flesh, pulling and pinching her nipple as she sat there looking at me, watching me as I lay there looking at her doing it. Her hand, accompanying the pleasure of. Mom came into my room the next morning as though nothing had happened. I was sleeping late because it was a Saturday. She tossed a pair of baby blue bikinis onto my face."Enjoy! Dad and I are going to play golf at the club with Carrie's parents, and then we'll be staying there for dinner. Stay out of mischief."I rolled onto my side, crumpling up the panties in my hand and using it as a pillow for my face. The aroma of her pussy juices was stronger than usual.These smell superb; Mom must have.