I admitted to her that the thrill of my husband catching me was fantastic and frightening at the same time. How would I explain to him why I was stood in the kitchen at breakfast time, frigging myself to orgasm and who would I say I was talking to as I did it? It really didn't bear thinking about. As to being caught by my son, I told Anne that the very idea terrified me. Although there was a dark corner of my mind that actually found the idea of being caught by my son rather than my husband, the real turn on. I didn't say anything about that to Anne though.
Anne spoke again, "Well done Mary! Now I want you to leave your knickers off for now. Take them off the table and drop them into a corner of the kitchen floor. Then when one of your family sees them it will give them something to think
