He told me to start slow. I'd walked around in front of dad in my undies, laid down on the floor in front of him to watch tv with my legs bent up and ...crossed at the ankles, my thighs slightly spread allowing him to see the crevice the cotton of my panties was tucked into. Just knowing he was right behind me on the sofa, that he could see the outline of my pussy through the cotton, it got me so hot I felt myself start to drip, felt my panties getting wetter and sticking to me more tightly and. She was very wet, more so than me. I felt around in the attempt to find her G-spot. I knew when I did because she let out a very distinct moan. I used both my fingers to caress that one spot. Once again, I noticed her breaths louder and shallower, her chest rising and falling more rapidly, her body shaking every so often. Her breaths kept pace with my fingers and they got increasingly faster. And out of nowhere, she let out a soft squeal and fell backwards and laid on the bed. Her legs were. " Why don't you call me Judy? Mrs. Martin makes me feel like an old lady." She held my hand in hers, and I felt a fingernail lightly stroking my palm. I had no idea how stimulating that one small gesture could be. It tickled, but in a very good way. I wasn't sure if it had been an accident, or if she had meant to do it, but when I glanced at her face I knew it had been intentional.I had never had a woman, or girl for that matter, look at me with so much interest. Today, I would say she was. I gather myself together and walk out into my room and remove the comforter, putting it and any memory it might force me to recall of Violet out in a heap in the hall outside of my room. I pull a quilt from my closet and wrap up in it and lie on my bed. Right away I feel the pull of sleep, my body spent from a very emotional reunion. When my mother knocks on the door I am almost out. ‘Honey. Sorry to disturb you. But I saved these for you. I knew you would come home to me.’ I glance and see.