So now, I'm there, with my blood pressure up and hormones taking over and all sense gone. I had to sniff it and maybe even more. I decided she was l...kely to be a while, as she'd only been in there a few minutes, so nipped across the aisle and grabbed the prize, clasping it to my face and inhaling deeply. They were wet already, from her shower I guess, so I retreated to my still running cubicle and decided a quick wank was in order to relieve things. I had just gently closed my eyes and. I couldn’t make myself feel guilty and it was a secret that was going with me to my grave. I’d even dreamed about him a few times, vauge erotic images that seemed to flow without rhyme or reason. I invariably woke up to wet panties.“I don’t care. Stay away. I don’t like his vibe.”“His vibe? The man is half a football field away and you can feel his vibe? It must be a guy thing because I’m not getting it.”He just grunted and stomped back into the house.The next week I walked down to the corner. The three of us stood by the French windows silently just looking and I slipped my arms around Mum and Emma’s waists, one each side. It was the first time that we had really bothered with Christmas trimmings since Dad left, and I felt that we had finally turned an emotional corner. We spent the evening at home just watching old black and white Christmas videos of ‘Holiday Inn’ and ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ at Emma’s insistence, Mum enjoyed them as well and both of them sniffled at the. She only figured that she just might be in trouble.In another room, the tall, leggy brunette tapped a riding crop in a gloved hand. Clicking from her thigh high heels was clear over any other sounds in the room, and the dark blue corset that she wore made her breasts seem fuller than usual. It was then that she noticed the commotion outside the room. "I'm sorry. I'll be right back." She said, and started for the door. "Where are you going?" Someone asked her. "I'll be right back. I think my.