Fully dressed with tie and cardigan, I stood in front of the mirror. Apart from my hair and with my erection now mostly hidden, I looked like any girl...ready for school. I was ecstatic. I spent some time posing, viewing myself from every angle. Of course this included from behind, leaning forward, to give a glimpse of my knickers. I felt my hard penis twitch, a natural reaction to a panty-flash, even if it was my own. I sat on the bed opposite the mirror and crossed and uncrossed my legs the way. I am a single mother, had my son at the tender age of s*******n, and was never mounted by a man ever since, my own choosing, masturbation became my main means of sexual release, and built up a friendship with men, who like myself, preferred to self abuse, and on some occasions, joined some guys and got each other off, without the penetrative stuff.In my twenties my son continued to share my bed, and I remember one early morning a stirring that was more real than a dream, I somehow knew it was a. If I concentrate I can just barely discern one sense of touch from the others. Fingers comb through my hair. A finger traces along my cheek and then explores my lips. The sensation is familiar and I relax, parting my lips and the finger slides between. Other hands explore my neck, shoulders and back. Fingers travel up and down my skin, down to my bottom, sliding between my cheeks and underneath to the wetness between my legs, causing me to first gasp and then moan. My nipples are hard and I. " He kept his legs together, turning them to one side toreach down, beginning to unbuckle the ankle-straps of his white high-heeled sandals."Well, lucky for you then that it didn't end there." Rivers sat downopposite Sam, placing his champagne glass onto the table between them. "The Agency found out that Scarlet had a similar idea and were also inthe process of slipping an agent into Carlos Ramirez's operation." Antoinette." Sam discarded his heels and rubbed at the balls of hisfeet, before.