Butterflies took over my stomach, and I was actually nervous to perform for once. "Whoa you're making me all nervous!" I giggled. "No no no, don't be... Pretend I'm not even here!" I wouldn't dare want to do that." I said faintly. Mr. Connor repositioned himself and cleared his throat which signaled to me that he was either uncomfortable...or maybe turned on?I cleared my throat and began singing. The song I wrote started out about how the one I love is in love with someone else. Mr. Connor head. I mean she doesn't even need a fucking training bra so I guess it was just to hide her nipples. That right Kitty? You didn't want your pokies poking out? Guess you don't have to worry about that now for one of them, huh?' At that point all the two women could tell me to do was go to Hell. 'Go to Hell, you despicable bastard. You didn't have to hurt me like that just because my breasts weren't up to your expectations. You had no right. You didn't.' 'Yeah, but it was fun. Was. That night.I was eating a bowl of various fruits sliced up and mixed together.“Do you smell that?” I asked.“What?” My aunt asked sniffing the air.I was making a point of sniffing around and started sniffing her and she laughed. I moved down and sniffed her nightgown near her pussy. I lifted her nightgown some and saw that she wasn’t wearing panties and I sniffed some more. My aunt lay her head back down and her smile started changing into a wicked one and then a full-blown look of lust.“Oh that. She was horrified. She wouldn't wish Sara on her worst male enemy."Marjorie's voice was getting higher as she spoke. I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back."You're not happy about being stuck in here, are you Marjorie?" I asked."No. I wish they'd hurry up and fix the power cut or rescue us." Why are you worried?"Marjorie looked at me."If they take a long time I might need to pee..."I laughed."So might I. So what?" I didn't want to do it in front of you, Harry." I'd be a gentleman and look away..