Fear clouded over his face.Arjun: Am I in trouble mom?Nidhi closed the door and sat down on his bed.Nidhi: Sit.And he obeyed her.Nidhi: Do you think I...didn’t notice that you were peeping at us that day? I mean, what’s wrong with you, beta? What pleasure do you get from peeping at your own parents?Arjun (afraid): I am really sorry ma, I am really sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done it. But I swear this was a one-time thing. I never peep into your room, ma.Nidhi: Hmmm…Arjun: Ma, I am really. She worked the day through like a zombie, and because of her late arrival worked some overtime. She phoned Cheryl as she left, her depression obvious even over the phone."I think he's decided to stay with Karin. She's at his house; I saw her; she was wearing a bathrobe. What am I to do now?" Come home," said the ever practical Cheryl. "Brian will hold the fort and we'll go out for a meal. You can tell me all and it'll make you feel better."Cassie felt a little better and made her way back to. Mily, s.i.ster, f.orce, etc, but in places you'll just have to bear with it.Mr. Smith's private washroom was incredible. The door was so plain, completely unmarked, but on the other side... my bathroom at home was half the size. Marble counter-tops, polished chrome faucets, even a shower stall in the corner with two heads.On the counter next to the sink was a basket full of women's hygiene supplies and makeup, wrapped up in cellophane like one of those gift baskets. My name was written on a. The heat was volcanic, and she was super tight.“Oh my God!” Trish exclaimed. “It’s really in there! Shelly! Oh, wow!”“I know!” she groaned. “It feels like a tree trunk!”I slowly pulled back, then pushed forward until I was fully inside her again. Shelly groaned when my pubic hair came in contact with her butt. I made several more slow strokes, each of which caused Shelly to groan.“Reach under and finger your clit. That’ll help you cum,” I whispered in her ear.I pulled back so that just my glans.