Or you want to start again)?Neha: whateverSankar: (skip)Sankar: ( bus left the city and entered the highways )Neha: okSankar: lights are offNeha: lolS...nkar: only the highway lights thru windowSankar: we are still chatting for a while by lying on our seatNeha: kSankar: AC is full and very chill in our bunkerNeha: YesSankar: you are shiveringSankar: Neha, are you ok?Neha: I am chillSankar: yes, AC seems to be too muchSankar: I couldn’t adjust alsoNeha: yesSankar: even this bedsheets is also not. Peeking in, I could see Heather naked in the shower. I felt so hot and excited being there staring at Heather. The smell of the soap and shampoo alone was adding to the scene. The water was cascading down her hot body. Staying in the doorway, I watched as she ran a soaped hand over her breasts, her nipples hardening as she ran her fingers over them. Heather now was sliding both hands down over her stomach and down between her legs and to her pussy. I saw Heather jerk and a moan escaped her soft. I loved to inhale the aroma in the morning that my dried cum left on it at night. I was up like a shot when the alarm sounded and I hit the bathroom to wash up and apply a splash of baby powder before slipping into my attire for the day. Full girlie stuff underneath. I was pumped. In my room with only those satin and lace panties I explored my sock drawer for some lace top thigh high hose I often wore for excitement. They were silky black stocking with a crosshatch pattern up until the 5" lace. It worked, with me giving her a hurt look. “Sorry. Just thinking out loud. I’m kind of blunt.” she added coolly.“Um, okay.” I mumbled. “Kinda childish, but okay.”Molly shrugged. “Don’t bring up my problems against me. It hurts. I thought you’d be proud of me for actually fighting back.”Through the hurt, I chuckled. “Hey, fuck it. I am proud.” I conceded. “I won’t bring it up.” Beneath the chuckle, I was still wincing. It wasn’t that I didn’t know my parents didn’t love me, but Molly never did.