Every flick of my fingers send a tremble through me. Every motion of my hand makes my body move with desire. You invade me, seduce me. I want you so m...ch. I need you so much. I imagine you there, you're sharp in my mind.I spread my thighs wider. The hot water pushes me on, making me more aware of you. I fuck myself, wanting it to be you, feeling as if it is you. My fingers slide faster over my clit, circling around and around. I step back slightly and rest against the tiled wall, my legs are. It was mid-morning when she appeared at Milly`s door, her friend was doing the laundry, clothes everywhere, in piles, so after the usual greetings, they made tea and went into the sitting room. Leaving out the tryst of yesterday, Sheila explained about Ian, having asked some pertinent questions, and she finding out that his sex education had been a bit sparse, to say the least! Luckily they were old friends and they could talk without embarrassment, so Milly, said she had had similar. "Come and sit in front with me Grant" Mona commanded.Lori just shrugged at me and smiled as she eased into the back seat. I joined Mona in the front, and as soon as we were seated and buckled in, Mona grabbed my hand and placed it on her bare thigh, making it obvious that that's where my hand should remain during the drive to her place.As we drove, she made minor adjustments to my hand position until my fingers were just millimetres from her crotch hidden just below her tightly pulled shorts. ’ ‘But it was a one time only thing, Liss. It’d never happened before and it never happened again. And as I told you, Charlie carried the guilt for ever. My mother…’ Once again he hesitated and she immediately guessed why. ‘Did Uncle Roger know you weren’t his son?’ ‘I’m not sure,’ he admitted. ‘She never told him, that much I know. He wouldn’t have got over hearing that. Not the proud man he was. But although they stayed together, I’ve often wondered if he, well… Wondered. He and I weren’t.