I can see into their room from my bedroom but it's closer if I stand right outside their window and I don't have to worry if she sees me, because she ...ants me to see her! This is just so crazy! Tonight my dad went right into the bathroom and turned on the shower and Mom stripped slowly and lay down naked on the bed "waiting" and all spread out on the sheet with her feet flat on the sheet and the bedclothes pulled off her to the side. She was facing toward the window where I sometimes stand. We talk on a regular basis, and Audrey makes sure to get me over a couple times a week for dinner. She knows my weakness for a home cooked meal. She claims that she just wants to be sure that I’m eating right, and not living on fast-food. She has told me about her affair (without going into all of the gory details, at my request), and it sounds as if there was less to it than my imagination might have conjured up, but still enough. I explained the amount of pain that I was suffering with a. "I've told Bernard I intended to invite you. He does the laundry and the cooking, so I thought it only fair. He said it is as easy to care for three as it is for two and easier to cook for three. He enjoys your company and hopes you'll come," Marie confided. And now Elizabeth thought long and hard. Not quite the rest and relaxation she had been contemplating, but she had always found him very easy to talk to the few times she had had the chance during dinner parties at Marie's. As she thought. You’re wearing a cheap pair of panties and a tight white t-shirt I can almost see through. Your lying on your back in the middle of the bed. The rope running form your arms your legs is forcing you to arch your back push breast out, Your nipples are rub against the scratchy fabric of the cheap T making them poke up at me. You’re blind folded and lying there and I just sit there for a minute watching you struggle a little. When claim down, I walk to the bed. You feel my weight on the bed I move.