She had seen his gluttonous eyes meandering over her uncovered legs, examining her, making her uncomfortable. She hated it when men acted like that. I...t was their hormones, they said, but now she was in no forgiving mood. She sat down on the chair across from Larrousse's and Lamm's, pulling down the hem of her summer dress, sighing almost without noticing."Ms McDougall," Lamm began, "you know you have the right to an attorney, don't you?"Linda shrugged. "Do I need one?"The detectives looked at. .. "And... I-do other things!" Cylvia said. She inched still closer, as if afraid the walls had ears. She put one arm around Lonnie's shoulder. "I have to... or I'd go mad."Lonnie asked before she realized what she was saying, "What kind of things?"Cylvia tried to blush -- a harder task than she had had to do so far. "I'll... show you." She picked up her purse, a wide, straw basket with leather straps. "Martin once bought these books in Europe," she said, bringing out a set of pamphlets. They. 'Watch it, son. Look at that hairy snatch of mine, ' Steph thought to herself.Marty's shyness had disappeared to the point where he was now groping his crotch, squeezing his package through his jeans even though his mother could see it.He would never look at his mother the same way, now that she was presenting herself in such a hot, alluring way. A physical manifestation of incestuous lust.Stephanie, feeling her heartbeat pound in her neck and temples, her face burning, reveled in every. So, I completely shaved my legs, started only wearing flip-flops when going out very early mornings, true enough, surprisingly more and more hard cocks came at me, totally unexpected.On many occasions, over some years, I would be outside like this and actually was a nervous wreck and dizzy as well, from fear and excite, both.Later, I started oiling my legs with a mild sweet scented oil, got the adrenaline spiked even further, apparently some of the men took notice, when once a man walked past.