"Let it be my period." The night is cool and as I walk, I keep thinking that maybe I am lucky and have started my period early. I crave to run into th...e house, check the dampness and see if I have started, but the fear that the wetness will just be dog seeds, keeps me walking. After two hours, I return to the house and when I pull my panties down in the bathroom, I go numb with fear for their on my pad is a large wet clear to yellowish spot, where Timber's and Chester's mixture is leaking out of. " They both cracked up, , then she leaned across the table and put her hand on my shoulder. That same "charge" hit again. "I'm sorry, I know it's terrible of us but really, if you could see the look on your face right now."Suddenly I found myself laughing right along with them. "You're right. I should probably just get over it. I doubt if there is a joke I haven't heard. And I'm sure I'll hear them all again. Actually my name is James Edward Matthews. I thought if I just changed to J. Edward it. I told her it would be better if i massaged with both hands. But how can I do it this way?I then got on top of the examination table and sat on her thighs- massaging her entire lower back with both my hands. She started to moan now! My strategy was working. She liked it so much that she when I started to gently push her jeans down she did not protest. I could now see her pink panties and my hands would go inside them every now and then “by mistake” and massage her there.I became and bolder and. But I couldn’t stop thinking of that navel and how hot she was to fuck. I couldn’t resist so I slowly moved my hands under the table towards her. Touched her soft hand and there was no reaction. Then I slightly held the last 2 fingers of hers but she gave in and held my full hand.Now I and her were holding hands under the table with her mom on the other side. I couldn’t explain that feeling of happiness and sex hunger. I started to massage her hands slowly she responded back by doing the same..