When I finished mowing I began edging. As I worked I kept seeing two white thighs with a triangle of satin panties between them. I imagined sliding th...ose panties down her round thighs and looking at the secret the thin satin had hidden. The flash of breasts from earlier this morning swam through my imagination and I wondered what they would feel like if I caressed them."Don't be stupid.", I told myself and with much effort pushed all the erotic thoughts from my head and concentrated on my work.. The music played in the backgound.Jay offered Nancy a dance.She glanced at me.I nodded to her.She knows where this is leading to.We did the same with Imren.She has lost her inhibitions now.Now it was up to Jay and let's see if he will go along.They danced away as I watched.The dancing was gettig quite erotic.I left for my room making an excuse that I was going to bed.Abot 20 minutes later I crept downstairs.I had left the door ajar.They were sitting on the couch kissing each other.Jays hands. She'd left her panties off intentionally, she liked these peaceful precious moments, she was at home alone.Thirteen, a teenager with the hormonal changes taking place, budding breasts, her shape changing, taking on the wider hips of a woman, the urges of a woman: to the beat that only she felt, she rubbed herself, between her legs. She'd discovered that the tickle she felt could be assuaged, her own fingers could stop the tickle, scratch the itch. She sighed, deep, deep intake of breath and her. If she could not have my child, an adopted kid would be more a family. She had her tubes tied. Sex improved. She seemed to enjoy her new free lifestyle. She didn't want a job, so she stayed at home spending time, energy and money with women of the neighborhood.Soon after our 5th anniversary, we shifted to a new house close to her parents. It was here she met her life. Him, her ex-boyfriend, who had jilted, married, divorced, travelled around, and back home for a semi-retired life. She was.