After a few minutes, I noticed that I could feel my brother's eyes on me.Did he really see me yesterday, I wondered?He hasn't said anything, but would...he really bring it up if he did. Maybe he didn't, I could hope. Maybe there was something on me? I looked down at my body. Though I didn't see anything on me, but I did finally noticed what I was wearing. It was a pair of very short pink shorts and a very tight white halter top. It was a very sexy outfit that hugged my body and showed the curves. After that Imanaged to stay awake till the end of the school day.The walk home up Hill Street was torture. My legs just wanted to go tosleep. My brain had already turned off and a headache was slowlygrowing. If I walked any slower Erika would have had to give me a shoveor gravity would have sent me backwards. It was with some relief that Isaw my home in the distance and somehow I managed to open the frontdoor.Mum had just come down the stairs and saw my condition. "Why don't youhave a small. ..skin cream I've had touse today. My name is James, and no one calls me 'Jamie.' I...." I beg to differ, Jamie," Sheila interrupted. "Cameron called you'Jamie' just now, didn't she, and what did I just tell you? WhatCameron wants, Cameron gets! In this case she wants asecretary/receptionist named 'Jamie,' no questions or exceptions! "You just said you understood that!" I do," I said, chastened. She settled back in her chair and looked up at me. "Then too, I'vealready had your name-plate. Rose got me. It was effortless and wordless. No-one, not even my husband, had ever fingered me so perfectly. It was all so… instinctive. Suddenly, the gentleness was gone. Our fingers worked each other’s pussies harder and harder. It became impossible to tell who was leading and who was following. It was a frenzy of mutual masturbation. Rose’s body was straining for release but I climaxed first, desperately trying to keep my ecstatic cries under control. As my hand stopped moving, Rose started.