She didn’t say, “I can’t wait!“ but it was all over her face.We had finished supper, which was grilled cheese sandwiches and a tossed salad. I... sat, looking at her.“You should feel awful, manipulating your poor, injured mother into sending you to stay with me,” I accused.“She and the doctor both said they’ll be fine. They’re banged up, but that’s all.” She looked at me with a level gaze.“Well there’s not going to be any hanky panky while they’re laid up. Understand?”“But it’s the perfect. He gently rubbed his nose on my panties. By then I was so wet and my clit was hard begging to be touched. He pulled off my panties to expose my shaven pussy. I sat up to unbuckle his belt and pull off his shorts. To my surprise he wasn’t wearing boxers. His cock was hard and big and I wanted it in my mouth, in my pussy, wherever he could stick it. He pushed me down again and I felt his fingers on my wet pussy. He rubbed my clit with his thumb then he started licking me there. I moaned and. This outfit was supposed to let my body breathe. I couldn't where anything else. Well, except the corset.My Mom insisted that I start wearing a corset when I was fouteen. She always used to tell me, "Yasmina, you got to hide your goods when you're to young, or you'll never get a man. But you better be ready for him, if you want him to marry you." My Dad was in agreement with my Mom on this issue. He always had me serve his guests when he had guys over to watch football. The only other woman. ” I remembered back to our college days when I and three other girls had shared a room and a weekend away from college at the invitation of Ed’s fraternity. We hadn’t been dating yet, but my sorority and his fraternity had rented a ski chalet at a nearby ski resort. Nobody skied much that weekend, as it was mostly drinking and sex, but it was also where I had met this wonderful man who would become my husband for the first time. I wish it had been love at first sight, but it was at a sex.