”The sun sets. The bedroom is dark and the night has come. I twist in the sheets, trying to make myself comfortable. My hair and body are wet. Was I...in the bath? Or did I imagine it? The mirror is still above me but now the glass is frosted. The tingling warmth in my lower body is growing stronger. I kick back the damp sheets. I stroke my nipples: I circle each areola, gently pinch each teat. Then I can bear it no longer and I’m reaching down, caressing my chest, my stomach, my mound.I run my. OH GAWD..." I added my second thumb to her clit, making her jump slightly."Hot." The image of her and her friend as girls secretly gong down on each other in the back yard was so erotic, I felt a throbbing in my panties at the thought of it. Mom slid down a little in the sofa as I continued to stroke her clitoris with both thumbs. "Oh, and I left out that I especially love how responsive you are, just like you wer ein high school it would seem..." I pushed a thumb up into her, causing her to. I was eagerly waiting.Four minutes passed and I had only one minute now. If that one minute passed, I was sure she would never come. But I was confident that she would come at the last minute as women like to keep men waiting.Voila! There she was, stepping into the washroom, as just 15 seconds were remaining for the five minutes deadline I had given to her!As she came in, our eyes met. She seemed still in confusion. Without wasting time, I held her by hand and dragged her into men’s section and. I came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. I put a hand on one of her firm thighs and slid it up slowly.Cara tossed her head back and closed her eyes. She moaned softly.“We can’t,” she said. “Not now.”I pushed the hem of her dress up. She was wearing a silky black half-slip beneath it. “What color are your panties?” I asked. “Let me see.”She firmly pushed my hand away.“They are very red,” she teased. “And very silky. And they match my bra. Brand new. Very sexy. Very.