Who were these people and how did he know what she and Viv were up to? Did they have cameras and were making a film about her? Why were they cold? And...why was there always a smell of burning wood? She needed to know but it was getting late and bed was calling.She walked into the house and her mum shouted to her, "I've got a message for you, Jayne, we're in the lounge." She walked in; her parents were on an armchair, naked. She mother was straddling her father and they were having sex yet. Seeing her roommate stroke his cock because of something she had done herself, and without even touching him, had turned her on in an unfamiliar way. The feeling of being desired to that extent was euphoric. Almost a high in itself just thinking about him wanting her so badly to be driven to such measures.As usual he had already left the apartment for work by the time she woke. She didn't mind, though she spent the majority of her time in her bedroom; the privacy and silence was appreciated.. It’s padded with feathers so it’s basically like you're walking around with a continental quilt on your back.’Simon shrugged the coat over his shoulders, a little more convinced now the shop's answer to David Beckham had given the coat his endorsement.‘You should also listen to your girlfriend; they usually have the fashion thing down to tee. Plus, it isn’t worth the aggro arguing sometimes.’ The shop assistant gave Simon a conspiratorial nudge.‘She isn’t my girlfriend, she’s my aunt.’'Really?’. Petra was wearing a tiny orange pair of shorts that fit like a glove, giving him a great view of her ass.He turned his head away deliberately and looked in the fridge again. “How long has this casserole been-”“Don’t eat that,” Petra warned.“Noted.” He made a note to toss out the science experiment later and closed the fridge, setting his plate on the counter. “So just us tonight, huh?”“Yep! Wanna watch a movie?”Jake smiled. “I’d love to.”After microwaving his plate, Jake sat on the couch and.