There was some daylight coming in through the windows, but I had no idea what time it was. I thought I smelled an aroma of sex in the room, the subtle...scent of arousal mingled with the sharper tone of females. (It's like that in the locker room sometimes too; it's enough to make a girl horny.)I padded barefoot upstairs, intending to get some juice or water. I saw Brenda sitting at the table drinking coffee, and she smiled."Hi. Are you the only one awake?" I think so, I just got up." Would you. She appeared at the bathroom door looking suspicious."Hi love did you have a good day at work," I said trying to alleviate herdoubts and doing my best to sound totally normal."Just like every other day, you've changed into those filthy clothesagain," she said, turned her nose up at the sight of my faded oldsweatshirt and joggers.Glancing over her shoulder I suddenly noticed that I had left the nurserydoor open and the skirt and blouse were in full view where I had leftthem on the bed, if she. "Gee, ya think?" Rebecca replied. "What else could it be? I bet someone didn't read any further than the headline, and is raising a stink. You know how 'textiles' get naturism all wrong at first." From her attitude, you'd have thought that Rebecca had been a naturist all her life instead of less than two weeks. "I hope Mom can really sell them on how OK it is. Otherwise, all our parents are in trouble." She thought for a second. "We should be there, right outside the door. What classroom are. “If you see her bald head and change your mind, please don’t make it obvious and don’t you dare hurt my mother!” Dara sounded deadly serious.“I don’t think that will be a problem,” I said as I rubbed my bald head and smiled.I adjusted my dick, kissed Dara on the head and moved to the stairs. The stairs were cool. It was a spiral that was wide enough for three people to use at the same time. It fit the design of the rest of the house and as I got to the top the upper windows revealed a really.