It’s a talent. I know it sounds awful. My mom totally grounded me like a billion times when I was in high school, for being a liar that is. My lying... is problematic and I worry about it. Sometimes I can’t decide if I’m a “good girl” wrapped up in a “bad girl”, or if I’m a “bad girl” wrapped up in a “good girl”? You decide. But actually I’ve found my lying to be a very useful talent. But that’s another story. I don’t really know why I lie so much. Maybe it’s because I’m fragile. Inside I’m. He sighed and she patted him. "Good boy. Now it's my turn." He watched in anticipation as she unzipped her tight miniskirt, leaving her straddling his chest in only her bra and panties. It was dark, but she knew he had discovered her "bonus" when she pressed the panty bulge against his handsome face.She yanked down the little panty and her own cock bobbed out. Ironically it was bigger than Male Model's. She pressed it against his cheek while he yanked his hands trying to free himself. . I went down stairs and I stopped at the top of the stairs, and at the bottom, on the couch that spread out against the wall, my father was sitting on the couch, and my mom was on her knees in front of him giving him head. Neither saw me; dad because he was facing the wall, mom because she had her head in his lap. I watched as she sucked him off, finished him, and then kissed him after she was done. I saw his hard dick when she was done and put two and two together. I watched them kiss for a few. , which you can read and enjoy.So this story is again said in my reader Altaf’s own words. After the last incident with two laborers enjoying Ammi, I was sure that type of person, height, weight or color, or looks didn’t matter for her. All she needed was some privacy and a good time. So I began viewing her in my sexual fantasies.However, I didn’t dare to try anything except smelling her panties or bras or spying on her work. It was a few days of vacation for all of us. My dad, mom, and I were.