Despite the nature of the pictures she had sent Mr. Peters last week, she was not actually experienced in anything sexual. She had never done anything...in the form of masturbation before, more than pressed her crotch against hard objects when she felt the urge.In fact, she suddenly had the urge to try her normal way of masturbating, if only to compare the two. She crawled along her bed in what she hoped was a seductive way, and slung one leg over the end board. She then lowered herself so that. I’m going to leave here a little before noon. Will you follow me home?” “Sure thing,” he answered, “But wouldn’t it be easier to go together? Then I could do my panty check as we drive.” “No,” she said flatly. “First, I’d prefer not to be seen leaving together and secondly, I want to get there ahead of you.” “O.K., if that’s what you want, it’s is fine with me,” he said. “But why do you want to leave first?” Again she dropped her voice down to the level of a whisper, “Because, I want to get. It was friday lunchtime when mom intered the kitchen in her new suit looking rather scrumptious which nearly made me fall off my stool, she looked to have an extra spring in her step, as I tryed not to chock I said hi she cheerfully smiled and as she came by me she hugged me tight and asked what my plans for the day were, as I was telling her my plans something hit my senses like a heavy weight it was her new perfume it had me in a dreamy state. I got my mom saying that she was going out. I took some tissues and followed her to a tap in the corner of the ground. I opened the tap for her and she was cleaning her saree. she took a handful of water and dropped it on her breasts and stated wiping with a tissue. This turned me on so much ..I was staring at her fantastic tits that looked like large sized cheese balls to me. She had a very deep cleavage that could be seen through the wet saree. I was enjoying this sight but she suddenly caught me staring. I gently looked away .she came.