Her inner thighs seemed to be burning as she rubbed them nakedly together when she walked. She could feel the crotch-band of her panties soaking warml...y with her still-oozing lubricating fluids as her whole belly ached with need.Finally, in desperation the beautiful young brunette headed urgently toward her bedroom, plopping herself down across the double bed that she and her husband shared at Weatherly-Brooks Camp. Her hands flew up to the tips of her thrusting breasts, tweaking them gently. It was the first time I wore my short dress around Mother. Doris’ attitude was driving my own, the frantic bubble to see what she would say. “Stella Ray. What are you wearing?” “My dress, Mother. Do you think I stitched the hems straight?” “No daughter of mine is going out looking like one of those flapper girls.” “I’ve been wearing it, Mother, and I’m wearing it tonight to the party with Doris. We are going out. I’ll be with her tonight, down on Fourth Street.” My hands pressed fists into my. A few days passed and one day, one of those students asked mom for private tuition. As it was not permissible for teachers to take private tuitions at their home, mom initially declined. When 3-4 more students asked her, she finally agreed to teach them for one hour after the school.At first, I thought my mom was very innocent and she did it for the good of the weak students. But what awaited me surprised and aroused me equally.One day my younger sister was not feeling well and I had to go to. Follow me led to numerous ‘Jack Daniels’ that night, and enough in to future to halve my children’s inheritance. Sipping Jack Daniels and ginger ale that night, I thought of Satchiko. ********************************************** In my first year in Japan, I had known this remarkable lady for some months, and despite teasing, terrorizing, and outright lying to each other, we had never hooked up. I had gone regularly to patronize her establishment, but never had any extra money. Money was the.