That wasn’t the case anymore though.You on the other hand were not that lucky. You stood at a slightly taller 5’6, and since your parents enrolled...you into the same Swim and dance classes Stacy was in, you never developed much mass, instead getting a similarly toned figure. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin. Your father's passing has devastated her emotionally. Now go pack a bagand we'll be leaving shortly," Aunt Betsy replied."Nut house," I thought but went to pack. Again, don't get me wrong. Iloved my mom and it hurt to see her so incapacitated.I packed two suitcases and one duffle bag with what I considerednecessities like my X-box. Aunt Betsy said I have to stay with her forthe duration. What a bummer but I lost my argument about not going. Atleast I made sure I had my favorite games and. Neither of them realized just how much the other one was getting turned on by what they could see and the thoughts of what they wanted to see. Rhonda found herself wanting to see her son’s cock and Steve was imagining his mom working out naked. This continued for another 15-20 minutes as they both worked up a good sweat and a lust for each other. Finally, Steve paused and asked his mom if he could be honest with her. She wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but she had always made it a policy. The way the mall was set up, one had to walk to the other side to take the 'down' escalator, then back around to reach the exit. Going down the wrong way had become almost second nature to me--assuming no one was coming up, of course.Halfway down the escalator, I heard screams behind me. "Maddie! What are you doing!? Come back!" I stopped my headlong rush, and took a quick glimpse back. Two girls were standing at the top of the escalator, hands over their mouths in shock, while a third was.