If I remember right, that makes me a Ccup.Hips: Thirty-eight inches. Yo.Waist: Nineteen inches. What?There's a noise in the bedroom. I hear Charlie st...rring, moaning.I drop the measuring tape and freeze like a deer in headlights. Ishould be leaving. I should be running and hiding. The fact thatthere's no window in this bathroom shouldn't stop me from leaving. ButI can't move, and I'm not sure why.Suddenly I feel a flush run through me, and I shoot up a couple ofinches in height. My waist. It was my mom. What did she want? I asked her if she wanted something.She said that I didn’t get the brush so she was willing to help me scrub my back. Fuck me! Here I was standing butt naked in the bathroom with her panties in my hand wrapped around my stiff cock. And there she was just outside the door offering to scrub my back. I wasn’t missing this opportunity.I told her to wait and quickly hid her panties. I grabbed my underwear and put it on. I then slowly opened the bathroom door and. .. I just wanted to say thank you. And..."She hesitated, then looked straight in his eyes."I swear, on my sister's grave, that I've always loved you, that I will love you forever, and that nothing like ... what happened ... will ever happen again."Mike closed his eyes as tears formed. Studying his face, Jennifer's eyes moistened as well. Tentatively, she reached out and took Mike's hand. He opened his eyes, looked at her hand ... and closed his own around it."I believe you," he said. "And while. Usually we watch anime together and talk about how much we hateAnnie Piersson and her entourage of bitches that walk around with her atschool. Either that, or we busily devise some new practical prank tocheese my brother when he gets home from football practice. But nottonight - tonight Allie was unusually more curious about my previous lifethan usual. Although I always liked to think she believed my stories,sometimes I felt a little insecure about our friendship. Maybe shethinks my stories.