He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me back toward the house and with a hand on my back pushed me ahead of him.“Where do you think you are goi...g?” he asked as I headed to the stairs.“I, err...” I had no idea what to say.Then I felt his lips at me ears, “Stand there.”Nothing more was said, I turned to see his back disappearing upstairs. A few minutes later and he wasn’t back, but I didn’t know what to do. He had said I would be punished, but he said Kazumi would be too, but she had gone. " Stop playing. Are you for real?"Wendi smiled, "Yes. If you don't mind, I will be with you when you tell them."And that's how Wendi became my bff although we attend different schools. She accepted me for how I was, helped me tell my parents who understood, and kept all my secrets. Of course, she illiterate on numerous occasions that we could be friends as long as I remember she was not gay and never tried anything with her. Of course, that only made me want her more, but I valued our. As we pulled out of the lot, our manager Agbomma came running out after us, waving for us to stop, which we abruptly did. She explained how her car had died and asked to ride with us to the wedding. As she squeezed into the back seat next to me, I saw her for the first time in a different light. She normally wore her long brown hair in a ponytail but tonight it was straight and hung down almost to her ass. Speaking of her ass, Agbomma had a pretty decent one for her 46 year old body. It was. My bare feet made no sound as I walked to the bedroom door and I could hear voices but Charl-e's voice sounded muffled and hollow. She must be in the ensuite but Junee was clearly in the bedroom.I was sighting along my extended arm as it was aimed at the gap in the partially closed door, when I spied the tanned, taut and terrific arse of Junee clad in only a few pieces of string that formed a small triangle of material just above her butt crack.With skin the colour of honey and not a tan line.