I masturbated thinking about her body for the next few days until I managed to be in the room when she was taking a shower again. And then, dizzy with... anticipation, I quietly crept to the bathroom door and watched her again.I just stood there and stared at her delicious body for a few minutes. I could feel my panties get soaked. My knees were trembling. I wanted to touch my wet pussy, but I was too afraid she would see me. I went back to my desk and waited for her to finish, and then I ran into. Picking up a CD of Chopin Nocturnes— not her usual music preferences, but a gift from Cynthia — she spun around in her dances moves. And then froze.A blush stole over her features as her pigtails settled around her shoulders. "Hi," she squeaked, embarrassed, seeing Jet watching her from the doorway. "How ... um ... how long have you been standing there?" Long enough to be charmed," he said, not peeling himself away from the wall quite yet. "You're incredible, do you know that? How can you be so. "Nope, I'm spoiling you until Christmas Eve Mum and you can't refuse me." Helen looked at her son and the poor k** was going to die of a boner, but he wanted her to play and Mark was getting his wish. "That thing might fall off or break by then!" she laughed as his long cock pointed outward and it stretched his shorts."No way, I'm on a quest and nothing can stop me." Mark said as he placed the steaks on the grill. She looked at him and Helen had to smile. "I know one person that could, so...you. What kind of doubts did you have?I did not think that you were going to show up, hell I did not know if I was going to show up.Well I had doubts about you showing up and had a back up plan.Really, she said.Oh yeah, I always have a back up plan that you should know about me.She then gave me an indication that she wanted to get things started by uncrossing her legs and giving me a peek at her pussy and then crossing it again. I got a nice look because she was not wearing any panties. As soon as I.