I’ll certainly treat you to breakfast.”“Okay. Thanks.” Long pause. “You don’t have to.”“I know.” A little later, “We ought to intr...duce ourselves, don’t you think? I’m Steve.”“How do you do, Steve. I am Pandora.” No, I wasn’t. But I’d been Pandora since a ‘witty’ boy had teased me in Primary school, thinking he was clever, after a lesson which involved the Greek myth. My name? Panna Bock. Can you see it?“Pandora, hm? I don’t think I ever met a Pandora before.”At the Gretna services, he almost. .. Especially the way he wouldlook at me and talk to me. At that time in my life, I didn't recognizewhat cruising was but every time I talked to Don or he spoke to me, I felta stirring in my crotch that frankly kind of confused me. I remember oneday on a Saturday when he rode a bicycle over to our house. My Dad wasn'thome so Don talked to me outside for an hour or so while I worked onweeding my Mothers flower garden. I can still remember Don as he sat on hisbicycle and gave me that dreamy. Now she was for real, looking so absolutely right and lovely in a sheer silk and satin negligee which, she said, she had just bought fro my pleasure along with a few other small ‘knick-knacks’ from Ann Summers to keep me ‘n heat’ (It was that Tiger thing about us again) . Not as though she would need anything on that account that night, but the mind boggled as to what else she had bought – but she said as I often remembered her saying before, that I would have to wait, that perhaps if I was a. When i started it i came to know that it was a porn movie so i went to the door and locked it from inside and mute the TV. We all were enjoying the movie. I was getting hornier. The movie got over after half an hour so i switched off the dvd player.Then I went in the kitchen to bring some snacks. Actually I was so horny that’s why i went in the kitchen so that I can be cooled down by my mom. Again I started pressing my mom’s boobs and started untying the knots of her salwar. My got angry and.