Debbie?’ I offered, trying again to look innocent.‘STEVE AND BRENDA'S DAUGHTER’ said Carol, forcefully. It didn’t register with me for a secon....‘and.... I’ve been fucking THEIR SON!!!’ she added, indignantly.All that went through my mind at that point was.... “Oh well, it had been such a nice evening”.Carol stormed back into the living room and I thought all hell was about to let loose. Brenda just looked at her and smiled. “So, now you know our little secret, then??” she said,. ..I don't know, maybe every other day or so." I told her. "Did you this morning?" She asked me out of the blue. I had been in fact....during my morning shower. Cindy had come into the bathroom to hang up fresh towels as she did every weekend. I had been jerking myself off and hadn't heard her come into the bathroom initially. When I did, I quickly stopped, and appeared to be merely washing myself instead. Though we had one of those slightly opaque, distorted glass shower/tub enclosures, you. I could already see that her bra matched her thong. ‘I owe you a debt of gratitude for saving me from displaying myself in a rather inappropriate fashion in front of students,’ she said as her nimble fingers flitted over each of the buttons. I said, ‘I was more than happy to help.’ She said, ‘I know, but I want to know…did you enjoy the view as much as I enjoyed your big hand on my ass?’ ‘I did, very much,’ I said with a smile on my face as I looked into her eyes, seeing where this was. !A loud noise of stainless steel glass falling on the floor. Pramila instantly bent down to pick it up.“Oh sorry! I’m so sorry!” Arun tried to apologize.“It’s fine. You emptied the glass.” Pramila stopped him from panicking while holding his hand.“But…” he was interrupted again, “Don’t worry. I’ll clean later. So where was I…”The past memory was so strong that Pramila continued to narrate the story not worrying about the falling glass or few drops of sharbat on the floor or something else. Arun.