It took a few moments before the implications sank in for her, then she peered at me quizzically. Her question came hesitantly, “Does that mean that... you like to look at me?”“Yes, I like to look at you.” Phew, that wasn’t too hard to admit.“Have you ever”, she stopped in mid sentence, trying to find the right words. “Have you ever fantasised about me?”“Yes, i’ve had quite a few fantasies about you” I stated, matter-of-factly. My thoughts and feelings was at that time in turmoil, and I felt. I changed into a frock and heels and went back to bedroom without been seen as she was in her bedroom. I was reading a magazine for a while lying on the bed when I decided to get a cup a tea in the kitchen. I taught she was in the bathroom but when I walked into the kitchen she was there having the ciggy waiting for the dog to do its thing.It was really cold night and I could feel the cold breeze up my skirt. I said to her its feels lovely and cool and she said it was bloody freezing. All this. "This is going to be a quickie for all of us. We ache and we want to get to the showers. But first things first. Right gang?"They all laughed at her helplessness. She kicked out. Her booted foot hit one of the men squarely in the middle of his belly. It was as if she had kicked a stone wall. He didn't even grunt."Honey," he said, holding her foot captive in his hands, "I've been nudged by a bug harder than that. I go out there every week and get the shit pounded out of me. Now it's my turn to. May be it is the usual insatiable desire of man for having more. And my mind said to me why not more. And without any fear or hesitation I cured my palm around my mom’s waist. I did it so confidently as if I were her husband. I waited for a few seconds. Nothing happened. So I moved a little close towards her. Now making myself comfortable I waited for a few more seconds. Then I moved my palm slowly. I moved it onto her belly and back to the waist. Then I increased the pressure of my palm on her.