Letting out a quiet moan of anticipation, Regina walked to the bedroom and headed for the closet. Almost immediately, her eyes were drawn to a certain... sweater and skirt that she hadn’t worn for a couple of years. Biting her lower lip, she carried them out and laid them on the bed. The garments undoubtedly would send the signals that she wanted to convey, but there was one little problem. At thirty-seven, her metabolism was slowing, and she’d put on a little weight since the last time that she’d. They knew had to protect their innocent baby girl.Most parents want to believe that about their daughters but in this case it's actually true. Charlotte had hardly kissed a boy and never with tounge. Her parents had barely seen her naked, let alone anyone else. In the girl's locker she'd use the private handicapped stall rather then be in a room with naked girls. Forget about naked boys. She considered porn sites discusting and silly. Even works of art of naked men and women, she'd avert her. I put on theunderwear and then reached for the bra, hesitating again. For a briefmoment, I considered calling mom to ask how to put it on, then Irealized how obvious it was and slipped it on without any problems.When I was fully dressed, I left my room, only to have mom take onelook at me and shake her head. "You need to use a hairdryer," she toldme, gesturing to my hair. "You should have dried your hair beforegetting fully dressed. You're getting your shirt wet."I grimaced, reaching for my. In fact, I often think that if I could actually suck myself, the urge to be with another man would probably go away altogether. But let's face it; it's easier to find a man to play around with (or so I thought) than to diet and exercise and become trim and flexible enough to suck yourself off.Usually the urge would stay with me several days, maybe even a few weeks, but then eventually go away as other facets of life start taking over. But something was different about this time. For whatever.