After a few days of orientation and being introduced to staff, we left the workplace to do some private conversation that was not for the rank and fil... workers. We discussed details and goals, and terminated that chat to more personally reacquaint. We went from where we live to what we're doing. Eventually, she asked how I handle living a single life, with no regular sex partner (that's her condition, at the moment). I indicated my sex life was quite satisfying - with my bisexuality opening. She was a little ticklish when I touched her sides. Finally, my right hand was resting on the small of her thin back, just above the waistband of her pajama pants. I teased her a little, slipping my fingers just under the elastic and then pulling them out.She moaned softly. "You can go under, if you want," she suggested.I followed her instructions, slowly sliding my fingers under the waistband, first one knuckle, then two, then my whole hand. I caressed the smooth skin of her cheeks. Her ass. “Sarah” I heard my dad’s voice from downstairs, “your food is getting cold”“Coming” I yelled quickly putting my socks on. How could I explain this to them? As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I turned to see the three of them having breakfast dad turned to me a smiled, “There’s sleeping beauty” and places a plate of scrambled eggs on toast on the table in between my brothers. Charlie and Sam turned to see me a smiled, Charlie had his mouthful but winked at me, strange I don’t remember him. ..?' She cried as she tripped and fell into the ladder, sending it, herself and the pot of green paint underneath it sprawling across the floor.'Holy shit, Rachel!' I said, shutting the door and stooping to help her quickly to her feet. 'Are you ok?'She was fine, apart from a slightly twisted ankle, and a fresh coat of paint, ruining her clothes and getting in her hair. 'I'm covered,' she complained as I helped her to her feet.'Quick, quick,' I said, stifling a smile at how ridiculous she.