She motioned more abruptly and I heard her firm voice telling me to come in. So I did.“I wasn’t planning this. I just got a little carried away. I...lost track of time.” She said without a hint of embarrassment or shame.I still couldn’t say much of anything. She was still nearly naked, her hand obviously wet, and her other still held that perfect little breast. My head wasn’t anywhere near normal, not that much about my life was all that normal, but this was new.She continued, “One thing you have. Instantly, I smelled like a brewery. Yuck.When I got home I found my mother packing. My aunt had fallen off a step and hurt herself. My dad was going to drive my mom up-state to see what they could do to help out. My mother gave me instructions that I was to stay at home and look after my dip-shit brother [my adjective, not hers] while they were gone for a few days. She also told me that I was not to have friends over nor was I to go anywhere with friends until they got back. FUCK! In disgust I. With the glare from the sun behind me, the interior of the house was masked with a glare on the glass, making it nearly impossible to see inside the house. Maybe I had imagined a lot of what I was worrying about, and having thought I’d been caught jerking off by someone I was lusting over. That afternoon I received a fax from my office. It simply said that on Tuesday I should be on the lookout for a very important envelope. I was to treat the contents with urgency and get back to them ASAP. I. The three of us are going to fuck you silly and since you're so excited about it, you're going to be the director as well as the actress." "What do you mean the director?" She asks. I don't want to have to tell you to do too much other than what would normally occur in this scenario in real life. SO that means you will decide the placement, the scenarios, and since they can't speak for themselves you will have to keep the banter lively" I say with a wink and a smirk.Your face lights up and a.