The guys told us that they would let us free if she satisfied them and had an session then and there. I was so shocked and so was she.“Not in front... of my son”, mom said and asked me to go out. But the guys said, “no, you should watch her getting banged”.I was scared as well as a little horny watching my mom being a feast for some random guys. Soon the guys started playing with her boobs from both sides. They were calling her dirty words and she was just standing there without any emotions. There was only so much daytime TV I could stomach, and there was kind of a limit to how many times a day I could wank To help pass the time every other day or so I would walk down to the village- maybe buy some bread or milk or whatever.Around this time my tights fetish was near it's zenith. I was in the habit of going for walks wearing a pair of (more or less) opaque tights. I would wander the roads and paths, experiencing a mild thrill each I met a car or a hiker or a dog walker. As this was. Since you have direct experience with not having the abilities you hoped you'd have, I think you would do well talking to and counseling boyfriends and husbands of the various Watchers and Seers. I can see them having problems with the women all having abilities that they don't, as well as their each having an unhealthy fascination with me. And I mean unhealthy in terms of forming normal relationships. I'd like you to talk to those close to me and hang out with me for a while, so you can get a. I think he thought it was funny, both of us wanting the same thing but being so timid about making the first move. That's what gave me the courage to barge in on you like that, and even so my heart was in my mouth. So anyhow, all that's why." Damned good reasons, if you ask me."She looked over at me anxiously. "I think so, too, but are they really my reasons? Or am I just coming up with rationalizations to explain something that he's put in my mind?"I was shaking my head even before she'd.