What she wasn’t at all sure about was how she felt about it.Once again she saw him holding up her panties and forcing her to say out loud that they ...ere wet and that they were hers……And found herself having to stop on the stairs and close her eyes for a moment. Just to catch my breath, she told herself.After a moment she managed to shake the image from her mind and continue upwards. But the images and feelings kept creeping back into her awareness.Which is why she didn’t hear the footsteps. Then there were the 40somethings; my favorite type. They dressed a bit more conservatively, but still looked amazing. They were confident in their sexuality and were not afraid to show it. My mother's voice calling out it was time to go snapped me out of my thoughts. I grabbed my tie (the pink and gray one, ladies always seemed to comment on how nice it was) and hustled down the stairs. We arrived at the house, a large southern plantation style house. I admired its beauty as I drove up,. She needed a room and I needed a roomate. My other roomate is here too but he's a splitting image of me. Hes a lonewolf and has my personality, Jean does not. I dont even know her real last name."You remember Sarah dont you, Kinda pale chubby, Pink nails, Sissy haircut and cant hear her talk hahaha" I thought you liked her hair and shes your friend, you sound like a Frenemy. "No Jay, Sissy isnt an inslult anymore, She's just different, shy but she says alot of funny things. We have alot in. My heart sank once again, after all that had happened, we'd been found out anyway."Your mother is going to kill me," I whispered.Samantha, her body still molded to mine, turned and saw her mother stepping into the elevator. The doors closed with a soft swish and then we were rushing up, the silence full of unbelieving stares between Aunt Sarah, her daughter and I. The little boy hummed softly, blissfully unaware of the incredible awkwardness that was exploding around him.At last, the bell rang.