You know....touch myself, so I skipped choir and came home. I figured I had the house all to myself, so I-” she stopped, went silent and started to ...lowly cry.“What's wrong? I asked her.“You are gonna think I'm some kind of weirdo or something” she blurted out.“Can I confess something, since you have been so honest with me?” I said.“Sure, what?”she said.“I got off work unexpectedly early today, and I was pretty much planning to come home and do the same thing as you.” I said, blushing a bit. She came back after a couple of mins. Oh my god, you should have seen her when she was back. Total hottie. 36,24,36. Fair, beautiful, silky hair, lovely boobs. Perfect figure.Any guy would . She came back wearing a nightdress but I could see her nipples protruding from inside the fabric. Oh my god, she was so damn hot!! I kept staring at her for a few mins. She blushed and said what was I looking at? I told her that I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful. She smiled. Then we took our drinks and. What if someone sees me that I know? Blowing a man in the park, even your boyfriend, was the sort of rumor that would dog you. It could ruin my job if my employers found out it was one of the cooks I had behaved so shamefully with. And I would be absolutely mortified if my father found out. He was a Methodist preacher, and he'd have a heart-attack thinking his daughter was some sort of pervert.The more I dwelt on how embarrassing, how humiliating, this situation was, the more my skin prickled,. Of course she could. She'd got this far, hadn't she?I went into the spare bedroom and spent a few moments in front of themirror examining my profile from different angles, taking a particularpleasure in the way my cords hugged the undeniably womanly curves betweenmy waist and the tops of my thighs. I had a bum too, one that according toLisa moved in the most delectable fashion when I walked. She'd shied awayfrom pointing out that if she found it appealing then so might boys; thelooks I was.