"Huh, what? Did I just read what I thought I did? I went silent. I was lost for words."Susan, are you there?" she typed."Oops, my boss. Got to go. Sor...ry."Oh My God. I logged off real quick. I didn't even need to go to the bathroom this time. I felt oddly unaroused. Now what? I wondered.That night was another Guinness night. I had a tough time sleeping as well. You would have thought the Guinness would have knocked me out but no such luck. The next day at work had me thinking all morning. What. Did Mom insist we watch TV with her like most nights?”“No.”“Did she come to check on us and ask what we were doing in my room?”“No.”“That’s because she knew how much I wanted you to fuck me, so, she coached me on how to lure you into my bed.”“No way!”“Yes…way!”“I don’t believe you.”“Remember when you came to call me to dinner the other night and saw me posing naked in front of my mirror?”“Yes.”“Mom showed me how far to leave my door open to give you the best view, and she coached me on what to. Usne kaha aise kya dekh rahe ho chalo andar…main sofa pe baith gaya n wo mere baju main ake baithi usne ek pair pane pair pe rakha ab uski thighs bhi dikhne lagi thi, usne mujhe drink offer ki and idhar udhar ki bate hone lagi, meri nazar us pe hi wo yeh baat jan chuki thi isliye wo mere aur kareeb akar baith gayi mujh se raha nahi gaya maine uske hotho ko chum liya usne kuch nahi kaha balke wo bhi mera sath dene lagi…kuch der tak humne smooch kiya fir wo boli wow maza aa gaya shayad yaha tumhe. When I took off her shirt I was surprised to see—because of her usually conservative manner of dress—that she wasn't wearing a bra. I took off her pants and she was wearing—my guess is for the first time--a sexy pink g-string. I had to take that off too so that I could clean it and when I did I saw her cute little bush. I have nothing against really but of the several girls I have slept with in the past all of them were shaved or waxed. One way or another there pussies were hairless. I was.