Completely undeveloped, she had a body that looked like it was built out of sticks. Allergic to almost everything, she had braces and large glasses an...d a mop of unruly hair. She was a very strange little girl with very strange interests - including a deep perverted streak that no one suspected, even Teena. Stick had figured out how to pleasure herself when she was about five - one of the benefits of being a lonely only child with few friends. Since then, she had discovered the joys of various. " she said and I blushed a bit, finally feeling like mom had my back."but I wanna..." You can play with your friends another day. We're having the talk today." she said and his face turned. For a moment it looked very serious. Then an almost evil smile broke his face. He called out to his friends that he had to go and obeyed mom, getting into the other backseat of the truck on the other side of the cooler. I expected him to glare at me, or sigh as he got in. He did neither. Instead he. From behind Rob I heard Anna say “You can see me better now” and she was right, nothing was left to the imagination. I touched her pussy gently, enjoying the feeling of her wetness on my fingertips, before I spread her wide open and take in the view. Once again marvel that I’m looking at Anna’s most private area and that it’s perfectly fine to do so. With my other hand I gently rub Anna’s exposed clit and feel her body react to my touch. Anna squirms at my touch until it looks like she’s about. When I did, I knew exactly who it was.The woman’s name was Anya, an East Indian beauty and a friend of my mom’s. Interestingly, she was closer to my age than my mom’s. They held a similar passion for horses, and Anya was my crush for as long as I can remember. She was a famous actress in Bollywood and traveled back and forth between our two countries. Anya was married to a complete fucking shitswizzler of a husband, Sanjay. He married Anya when she was 19 years old. Like my father, before he.