Peter was standing at the hob with just his boxers on, a pan in his hands. ‘Morning!’ he said, smiling at me. ‘That shirt looks familiar!’ I s...iled back sleepily. ‘Pancakes?’ he offered. ‘Mmm, sounds good. There’s chocolate sauce in the cupboard.’ As we ate, I looked at him, another days worth of stubble developing on his chin. His deep brown eyes shamelessly looked at my breasts, just visible through his shirt. Whatever worries I had about getting into trouble for being with me, evaporated. I. I knew my job was gone but she smiled sweetly and touched my face. She is very fair. Her white skin shone in the light and the deep cut of her blouse exposed her big milk white boobs. I became wet in my pussy. She ran her fingers in my hair and said, "Don't worry about it Nafisa, my darling. I have kept those movies because I love to watch them. You have not done anything wrong," I tried my best to overcome my embarrassment. "Did you like the movie?" She asked and I nodded. My face was flushing. The fact that she lived just a couple of doors down made it easy for us to spend a lot of time together as well. And being an only child, my mother all but adopted Holly and welcomed her at our home as much as Holly's mother welcomed me at theirs, especially that first year of High School when everything seemed to happen at once. When Holly's father left her mother for another woman, and when I first learned the truth about who my best friend in the world truly was.By now of course I had shed. Allison realised that she must have left it on the photocopier the previous evening. She’d been in a hurry and nervous about being discovered. Then she had heard Lionel talking in the corridor outside and she had scooped up everything and dashed out. Obviously she hadn’t picked up all the copies. She blushed deeply and stammered. “I can explain. It was just...”“Please, Miss Terry, no explanation is needed. I completely understand what has been going on here.”Allison held her breath waiting for.