Because I don’t want to lose the relationship with their family especially I don’t want lose her for any reason.When I was babysitting her boy, I ...se to spy on her undergarments. I never done this to any one even though I had my sexy sister in my own house, she also looks like her but my aunty is little darker (not that dark) than my sis. My habit goes for months.Here come the changes in my life, I still remember that incident happened when I was in 12th leave.That day morning, I played cricket. It is worth mentioning here that I have never once suspected him of cheating; neither have I ever snooped on his phone to look for compromising text messages. Luck wasn’t on his side that fateful day as the message came in the very moment I was just with his phone.I demanded an explanation from him but it was too obvious and compromising of a text message for him to conjure up some sort of lie that would sound plausible to me. I immediately left his apartment despite his incessant begging,. Not having met them before, he had those familiar butterflies in his tummy as he drew up outside Fiona’s flat. He parked the car and made his way up the stairs to the door wondering if Mark was already there. Paul knocked and waited, he could hear someone moving toward the door and the lock being turned. The door opened and Fiona stood there wearing her short skirt, He could just glimpse her stocking top and felt that familiar twinge in his groin. Fiona moved toward him and held his head in her. Just thinking about my mum." I decided to leave the kitchen before any more debauchery happened. I tickled Andy briefly and he squealed his cute laugh. I spent the rest of that summer day in my room practicing my audition piece for my youth theatre's upcoming spectacular, 'The Merchant of Venice'. By night time, my head was no less resolved. I heard Lewis going to his room. "I'm going to bed now, Jen!" he called. "Okay!" I replied through the door. What should I do? Five minutes later. A text.