It was my senior year in high school, when my view on my mother changed
. "We can't.
. My treasure was a silky nylon thong that was white, with little red and pink hearts decorating the soft fabric that was still slightly damp from her sweat. I couldn’t resist attempts to catch a glimpse her in various states of undress, whether it was by spying through the keyhole in the bathroom as she’d exit the shower, or by ‘accidentally’ barging into her room when I thought she might be changing clothes
It was my senior year in high school, when my view on my mother changed
. "We can't.
. My treasure was a silky nylon thong that was white, with little red and pink hearts decorating the soft fabric that was still slightly damp from her sweat. I couldn’t resist attempts to catch a glimpse her in various states of undress, whether it was by spying through the keyhole in the bathroom as she’d exit the shower, or by ‘accidentally’ barging into her room when I thought she might be changing clothes
It was my senior year in high school, when my view on my mother changed
. "We can't.
. My treasure was a silky nylon thong that was white, with little red and pink hearts decorating the soft fabric that was still slightly damp from her sweat. I couldn’t resist attempts to catch a glimpse her in various states of undress, whether it was by spying through the keyhole in the bathroom as she’d exit the shower, or by ‘accidentally’ barging into her room when I thought she might be changing clothes
