Anyway, Kristina has told me that I'm "cute," but whileencouraging, that has not been enough to give me the self-confidenceneeded in finding a girl fr...end.I'm four years younger than Kristina so her world of acquaintances iscompletely different than mine. Most of the time I don't think thatKristina is even aware of my existence, and why should she? We've been inthe same house hold only for about three years now ever since her dadmarried my mom. I've learned that Kristina takes her boy friends. When I had left my room, I had walked towards the living room, but something made me stop before I reached it. I took a sneak peek and what I saw shocked me to the core. My mother and Derrek were kissing by the French doors leading out to the porch. Not only that, she was fondling his cock and he her left boob. I stepped back and then called out. “Where is everyone?”I heard them shuffle around and then Mom said, “In here.”I walked in as if nothing had happened. “Hi, what are you two up to?”Mom. I was able to get a great rub going, and shot a good load and cleaned up. I went downstairs and then went to the Ceramic shop."Billy, come here." Granny raised up as was talking to one of her customers in the Ceramic shop, Anne Brown. Anne was a regular who had been going there for as long as I was alive. I was in the back of the shop, pouring the "slip" into the molds for the next batch of greenware. That's how ceramics are created. Slip is the loose, watery, version of clay. You pour. They kept turning to look in her direction and she knew instinctively they were talking about her, appraising her body and probably her sexual potential. The idea excited her tremendously and, knowing she would have to push past them to reach the door, she decided to go to the toilet. She was sure they would try to chat her up and, who knows, maybe give her a surreptitious feel as she squeezed past them. So the next time Henry got up to fetch some drinks, she excused herself and pushed.