"Yeah, we don't sneak around. Jen and I don't do anything in front of them, but we don't hide the way we feel about each other either. Our parents a...e cool about it," Brad said."I wonder what our parents will do," I said."Brad and I talked to them after they caught us. They said it would be okay as long as no one else knew," Jenny said. "Now we have a closed-door policy. If a door is closed, no one comes in without knocking." I'm going to miss showering together," I said."Jenny and I. There was no hesitation on her part in returning the tongue kiss and embrace. The guy there just said, “Damn!” as we continued for a few moments and our hands started roaming trying to read each other’s bodies like Braille. While her hands’ attention was mainly on my boobs, she managed to slip one hand into my panties. Of course I did not resist at all and even moved in and grinded my wet pussy onto her fingers. Thankfully, we were in the darker corner of the bar and mostly blocked by her two. Out of a sense of guilt she was allowed to move into the mansion and was given a modest room that she was allowed to claim as her own. Henry Kerslake also provided a meagre allowance for her but left her with no hope of gaining anything more . It was made plain that the brewing business was part of the male Kerslake heritage and that Daniel would be inheriting everything when his father died.This outmoded attitude, initially, caused Jenny to feel a great deal of resentment towards Daniel, why. Saturday was my day to really cook, even if, as was the case on every Saturday other than that disaster with "Parkay," I was the only one who got to enjoy the results.The knock on the door at six-thirty really pissed me off. I never liked eating in my wheelchair on Saturdays. So once I had put all the ingredients and the dishes on the kitchen counter, I usually hauled myself into one of the stationary chairs within easy reach of the stove.I always kept the door to my apartment bolted, so.