The building was once a grand hotel in the early years of the 20th century and the university had made only ad hoc changes to it over the decades. Man... of the less desirable spaces, like Wren’s, still bore old hotel features like smallish closets, capped off pipes for old gaslight fixtures, and — as in Wren’s case, against the wall just adjacent to her old steel desk — a pedestal sink that worked. She’d adorned it with a pillar candle, a pump soap dispenser, and a small vase of dried flowers. .. even though, at the time, I didn't know what fucking actually felt like.One of those books drove me to one of my worst spankings ever.I had read a particularly hot chapter in the middle of the afternoon and had put it away again in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I lay there, wanting - needing - to get off, needing to put my hands down there.I knew that if I started, I wouldn't be able to stop... but I did it anyway.There was too much noise. Mom heard the bed creak rhythmically and started. Not a tentative light stroke mind, but a heavy touch that could not be mistaken for anything other than a sexual advance."Later Ray," My mother smiled at him over her shoulder. "right now there's a lot to do before Zelda arrives."My jaw literally dropped at her response while Ray gave her bottom a pat, turning and grinned at me before going back to tidying the room. Needless to say my mind was instantly full of the fact that my mother was apparently willing to be fucked again, my thoughts were. Wouldn't that feel nice, Daddy? We'll see you soon. Please make sure to dress for the occasion. Your Loving Daughter, Karen And Her Best Friend, NikkiI never ever had a clue that Karen knew about my hidden desires. Well, maybe I did screw up by continually trying on her stuff. It was bound to happen. Oddly enough, after reading the note, I started to get very hard.I stripped off all my clothes, including Karen's panties, and began to rummage through Nikki's suitcase. I tried on the latex.