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was eating more than I ever had and she seemed to enjoy having someone to feed.

    And when we were at the house she was always wearing some variation of the see-through nighty from the first day. It was magical. I started to get comfortable looking at her body. She didn’t mind at all; she actually enjoyed it. I knew that because she told me so. And there was no hint of weirdness with her about it either. It was so normal for her.

    I’d also taken to just wearing panties and a bra around the house. It was so hot and there was no AC so it was only practical. But of course I loved showing her my toned body I’d worked so hard to get. And she’d smile when I would invariably get wet, a small patch showing in my panties, as I watched her move around the kitchen cooking food for us.

    I came in the front door, my sex already drenched, and I threw my bag down then immediately started stripping my clothes off. “I’m home, Isabella,” I called out.

    Down to my underwear, I moved from room to room looking for her but she wasn’t anywhere. Maybe she went to the market.

    No problem. I could just masturbate real fast so I wouldn’t be so horny around her. That was one of the tactics I’d been using since I’d been here. Actually, I was masturbating more than I ever had in my life. I went to my room and sat at the desk, then started searching for lesbian MILF porn. I found one with a brunette that looked a little like Isabella. The woman wasn’t as beautiful as her but who was.

    The girl licking her pussy was young, and I stroked myself while I imagined she was me and the woman was Isabella. My panties were down around my ankles and I squeezed my aching breasts as I worked my clitoris. The woman was moaning loudly and I was close to coming.

    “Lacey! What are you doing?”

    Uh oh. I slammed the laptop lid shut and turned my head to find Isabella looking at me with her hands on her hips, a scowl on her face. “I’m sorry Isabella!” My face was turning red and I realized I still had my hand buried in my pussy. I pulled it out and tried to pull my panties up, saying, “I… I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t think you were here.”

    She came towards me, her face softening some, and her eyes were trained on my bare pussy which I still hadn’t managed to cover.

    I stood up from the chair so I could get my panties up, turning away from her to hide my shame.

    “Lacey, look at me.”

    I slowly turned to face her, but I couldn’t look her in the eye so I looked down at her feet.

    “Hey,” she said, bringing her soft hand to my cheek.

    It felt so comforting and I started to relax a little. I looked up at her then, those mysterious dark eyes making me feel less ashamed.

    “Listen,” she said. “I don’t mind if you do this.” She pointed down at my pussy. “You are a healthy young woman and young women have needs. I know that, I’m a woman too. But why do you hide it from me?”

    “I…” I didn’t know what to say.

    “In this house we don’t sneak around doing naughty things.”

    My thoughts went back to the first night when I’d spied on her masturbating. Did she know? How could she? Either way I felt bad. “I’m sorry,” I said.

    “It’s okay. I don’t mind if you touch yourself, just don’t sneak around doing it, capisci? Now let me see you finish yourself.”

    My pussy spasmed when she said that. “You want me to keep going?” I swallowed hard.  

    “Of course,” she said, sitting down on the bed. She was wearing a short blue dress and my eyes followed her legs as she slowly crossed them then leaned back onto her elbow looking at me.

    I didn’t know what to do so I just did what came naturally. I reached into my panties and touched myself, slowly working my fingers in and out underneath the fabric as I stared at her long brown legs, too embarrassed to look her in the face.

    “Don’t be shy, Lacey.” She uncrossed her legs and I caught a flash of her pink