And since I wear boxers all the time I made sure that I would wiggle my legs apart so he can see some panty exposed. Deep inside I may be seducing him...a bit but this was when I was under 18 so sue me! (hahaha)But the day I turned 18 it was a party celebration waiting to happen! And I knew he’d be there. The family showed up on Sunday and we were all into it. It was summer so the pool was occupied and the k**s were running amok. I dressed into a light white summer dress but wore a brightly pink. This was something I never expected from Sarah, but she had never met William. He was good looking and he could sweet talk anybody out of anything. Sarah spent way too much time showing him the house and telling him how she was going to be decorating each of the rooms. We finally got to sit down and relax when Sarah brought a couple of beers out. Normally I drink two or three beers a month and only when I am going to be staying home and going straight to bed. William looked over and smiled as. He’d nailed my panties to the bedroom wall of his apartment, right before he’d nailed me. ‘That’s art baby, that’s art.’ - was what he’d said.She’d pretend to be different, to be the responsible mom - but for all her good intentions she wouldn’t be able to help herself. She’d have me out back somewhere, maybe the janitor’s closet, slouched on a slightly broken chair with my legs spread as she voraciously sucked on my clit and told me in impassioned groans how beautiful it was to see a young. It was nice. And that was what kept me questioning. It was nice, not racy not vulgar, not numbing, just nice. I decided that should be how it was to be. After all, it was nice.I was the perfect daughter, the perfect daughter and the perfect wife. And I liked it, I liked perfection in every aspect of my life, but somehow, my sexual needs had started taking over my functioning. I’d find myself masturbating at noon, in the evening, and sometimes, at night, in the washroom, after I’ve had sex.A few.