He could see the moisture coating her fingers and drooling out of her puffy slit as she caressed herself. He couldn’t believe he was watching his mo...m do something so naughty and wonderful. And then he heard her gasp and felt her whole body shudder as she began to rub the small button at the top of her pussy.“Is that your clitorness you’re rubbing now,” Davey asked, remembering the word from one of his stash of dirty magazines.Linda wanted to laugh at his mispronounced word, but could only. Mrs. P walked backwards in order to guide me down the hall towards the kitchen. She warned me at the most, three times to be careful. As we navigated the turn at the kitchen, I saw the time on the stove clock. It was 11 minutes to ten. I wanted to ask why even one light hadn’t been turned on. I repeated the phrase, ‘The customer is always right!’ silently to myself. We moved along the porch. I was breathing easier as the path was wider and the door was only a few feet away. Mrs. P stopped in. Appozhuthu nala mazhai peithu irunthathu athanaal busil yaarume illai, naan auntyai iruthiyaaga irukum irukaiyil amarthinen. Aunty vaa naduvil amaralam endru solinaal, ilai ilai ingu thaan nala irukum endru soli avalai pine amarthinen.Antha busil pin vilaku eriyaamal irunthathu, sola ponal rumba irutaga irunthathu, antha busil mothamaagave engalai seithu 6 per thaan irunthu irupaargal. Vayathil periyavargal thaan irunthaargal athanaal engal meethu santhegap patu naangal ena seigirom enbathai. No problems, I assure you.’ Mrs. Dexter? thought Ann. Shades of guilt before the eye-hungry husband? Something’s astir and I don’t think it’s my imagination. ‘Everything is under control, Carl,’ finished Ann, hoping that would send her husband back to the catacombs where he belonged. Over her shoulder, she could almost feel George’s eyeballs snapping back, then he lowered his head as if studying the file folder’s contents, his gentle fingers flipping through the pages, but Ann wasn’t.