This gave much pleasure to her. This continued for some time and we suddenly heard a knock on the door. It was my dad.Dad: Honey! Are you inside? Wher... is that important file I gave you yesterday?We both were a bit scared. Dad didn’t know that even I was also in the shower. I didn’t speak a word.My mom slowly went to the door and slightly opened it, just enough space for her head. Her entire body was behind the door and I was standing behind her. From Dad’s point of view, he could only see my. I climb onto my bed and begin undressing myself. Once naked, I grab my vibrator from the drawer in the nightstand and turn it on. Closing my eyes, I imagine Damien walking into my room, clothes left at the door. He starts to crawl up the bed, kissing my skin as he goes. He leaves small nibbles every few kisses, keeping me on my toes. As his lips reach my clitoris, I lightly press the vibrator there. My hips come up to meet it as my breathing quickens. "Damien..." I whisper and run my fingers up. He took the box into his apartment and secured the door, using a boxcutter he carefully cut through the tape securing the box and opened theflaps too reveal it's contents. Inside was a stack of rather risqueladies under garments, he was now completely certain the package had beendelivered too the wrong address. On top of the clothes was a small amberpill bottle with a single pill in it. He picked it up and was studyingthe bottle, when his computer chimed again. Glancing at the screen he sawa. For the time being, we have each other to enjoy and give mutual pleasure to. And no, I did not move in with Christopher; we still each have our own room. A slightly embarrassing event took place about a two months after our return from LA. Our parents returned home unexpectedly early from an outing one Saturday afternoon. Mum walked into my room where Christopher and I were in the beginning stages of making love to each other. We did not hear them arrive. The door was closed but not locked..