“Are we in trouble?” Olivia asked, now nervous too.“What?” Arlene said as she stopped abruptly. “Of course not. You two are my best crew, an... you certainly haven’t done anything wrong.” Oh, shit. Now I’ve called them my best crew, and I’m not supposed to say that, am I? “Okay, look,” she said, even more nervous now than she was when she and her father had talked, “I’ve been put in charge of the interceptor squadron...”“Sure. We know that,” Joe injected. “Who else could it be?”“Oh, I, uh .... "You're incorrigible." You're irresistible," I said, putting the blame right back on her. "This is all your fault. I only had to do this once a week before you showed up. But since then it's a daily requirement." Daily ... ever since I showed up." She said it with skepticism in her voice. "You've been masturbating ever since I got here?" Pretty much every day," I said, not stopping."In secret," she accused."I didn't think you'd appreciate knowing that I was fantasizing about you," I said."Since. The nearest neighbour was nearly 100 yards down the lane, and Jacques very rarely saw him either, and no-one overlooked the house or the garden--perfect seclusion and peace and quiet, just what he wanted after the hectic and public life of being a star sportsman. The house had 4 big bedrooms, a study, lounge, dining room, as well as a wonderful garden with trees and bushes, and Jacques had put in a small fish pond near to the patio and often sat out there with a beer watching the little gold. I would put on acouple pairs of panties, add the slip and roll up in a sheet tightlybinding my arms and legs. I also had a pair of panties over my head withthe crotch over my nose. Her aroma was heaven to me and I would skipschool so I could bundle myself up in her clothes. One afternoon I heardthe front door close and my mom's high heels approaching and my bedroomdoor opening.. "So you like to sniff my cunt girl! Get out of there andcome into my bedroom." I crawled out of my comfy cocoon.