My dad is treating my mom to a three week trip to Venice to make up for everything he's missed so my sisters are bossing me around all month. I had my...suspicions that they were lesbians together but didn't have proof so I did a bit of spying that night after they sent me to bed. Our house has two stories and my bedroom is on the top floor with their bathroom downstairs only a short walk along the roof away. I've had a bath there before and know that there is a small sky window directly above. She received a round of applause as she staggered out of the room, her clothes were torn and tattered, her lipstick was smeared, and her hair was a mess. On their way back to the car a female voice called out, "Lynn, is that you?"The disheveled wife turned to see the two women from the PTA. They asked her what she was doing in this part of town and Lynn felt horrible as she listened to their condescending voices and saw the looks of disapproval on their faces. The one with the horny husband. Self esteem or a lack of it had been the cornerstones for a foundation which I could feel crumble ever so slowly as the time progressed until Friday afternoon came and I found myself at the scene of the crime. I’d almost worked myself into lather, ready to tell the effervescent auditor of the absurdity of his decision only to have him greet me with a wide smile, his hands outstretched in welcome and as always, I felt myself crawl back into the too familiar shell of shyness combined with. 'I have always wanted to fuck you really hard'. He whispered it directly into my ear, and I groaned out loud as he said it. I could feel my back arch as I pressed my pubis mound into his erection. This was getting out of hand, I should stop before we go too far, and I turned my head to see my husband had turned away from us and was lying out on the settee, facing the back of it.'Jesus Fucking Christ', screamed through my mind, as I suddenly realized I was moments away from taking a strangers.