" I freeze. Janice… what do they want with my Janice? A few more footsteps, and he stands by my side. I think I smelled him beforeI saw him, an over...owering musk of old tunic, stale cigarette smoke, and expensivewhiskey. He was older than I'd imagined; a corpulent, full-faced man of diminutivestature; large, flabby jowls; thin lips, and a generally unhealthy pallor.His bald scalp shines in the light of the room, polished to an unearthly gleam,wisps of white hair circling the perimeter of his. She let out a disappointed groan a moment later, and her rear settled back onto the seat, her hand moving languidly through her folds, her breathing ragged. I watched for a moment, then had an evil thought and smiled to myself. I went back to the bedroom, searching through drawers until I found what I was after, then returned to the spare room. She was back into an intense cycle when I got there, her ass once again in the air, hips churning madly in search of the elusive orgasm.Her. The days were either working with our teams at Robotix or at the university taking or delivering courses. At night, there’d be dinner, some individual time we created so the teens could study, and then some lovemaking.Gradually, Marcia got more comfortable and at home with all of us, and we with her. I think her worry about being an outsider to our threesome waned if not disappeared. She knew we each liked her a lot, and that we wanted her around for as much time as she could spare.The girls. It felt good to be precise and to do something right. And I loved the attention I got when I did a tumbling pass taking advantage of the skills I had learned when I was younger and had taken gymnastics. I loved that my family came out to support me to watch me from the stands and to see my sister sitting there wishing she was me. I loved seeing my boyfriend in the stands looking at me, hopefully admiring my body in my uniform. I somehow managed to not make a fool of myself and to stay.