" Kirsty tilted her head to one side, "I think she was interested, you know, in what we were doing, the three of us." You do?" I asked, "And how do yo...u feel about that?"Kirsty's cheeks took on a pink hue. "It's kind of exciting, a bit like when I'm doing a dare. You know, the feeling that someone might catch you and that sends shivers running down my spine." Does that mean you wouldn't mind her seeing you behaving like your mother?" I asked cocking my head to one side.Kirsty's eyes went wide,. After my dad left her we went to my uncle’s friend’s house in Cairo in Africa. We live in his farm house and we pay rent for it. My mom generally wears salwar at home in which she looks like early 18 but her age is 37. She is a teacher in my school and every teacher and students want to just touch her as she is the hottest woman ever seen. In school the principal strictly told her to wear transparent saree below the navel as it attracts more students towards school. Every teacher, principal and. Once stripped to the waist she waited nervously for him to begin. When he did there was no doubt he was taking his time holding her breasts. He then said I’ll have to touch you nipples to examine them,is that ok? She agreed to it and he took her left breast in his left hand and gently gripped the nipple with his thumb and forefinger ,twisting ing slightly. He repeated the procedure with her right breast ,by this time she was embarrassed but also trying not to show she was enjoying this. She found herself in her motel room, sitting upright in her bed. She looked at her hand and saw she was holding a feather. It had a green bead at the quill, she jerked her head with a quick glance to the trinket that still hung on the headboard. The Dream Catcher seemed undisturbed, ‘Where did this come from?’ Lynn asked as she raised her hand up to look at the feather. Her hand was empty. ‘What?’ Lynn pulled the covers back in several layers searching for the feather, she had just held. Moving.