All the dirty books Smita had secretly passed on to her were taking control of her mind. But she composed herself back & realized that it was better t...o keep this as a good memory than try for more & screw it up. She reluctantly wore her panties back so that she could quietly get out of there before someone walked in. She was still reeling from the high of that daring orgasm when suddenly she felt someone grab at her from behind. She was startled & before she could realize she was pushed against. And then there was this one of her (I assumed it was hers) nipple; all the little bumps and lumps around the centre. A man could, no, did, get a hardon looking at some of these. “No, you are an artist. Jeez! I’m not exaggerating. I think you are very good. Can I give you a commission? Could you draw the four of you? Something to remember a shitty holiday that became a perfect one”“Yes, what was it you were saying as you met us on the cliff top?”“Well, my Grandad was wrong. Life is shit, and. “It's my first date with Georgia, Mom.”The smile crossing Mom's lips proved that I had sold the excited girl act. She gave me another kiss, a lingering farewell. Then she broke it and looked on the verge of tears. She pulled her phone out of her pocket.“I just want one pic,” she said.“Fine, Mom,” I said, rolling my eyes even though I was really excited. I struck a pose. The camera flashed.Then I was hurrying down the hallway. Of course, I wanted to be early. I wanted all the time I could get to. She looked up at me with concern her mouth opened to express her concern but the look on my face told her she wasn't getting out of this. She kneeled without saying a word. Her body language suggested she was not happy as she roughly undid my belt buckle and then my pants button and zipper. At this point I pulled her thong from my pants pocket her eyes opened up wider as she watched me out it to my nose and inhaled deeply. It only startled her for a split second. As she pulled my pants down my.