“Guys, keep it down, my parents are home!” I hissed.As if to punctuate that fact, I heard the stairs creak and the familiar sound of my dad’s sl...ppers whacked our hardwood floors. “We’re going to bed girls, have a good night,” he said as he walked passed my door. “I’m still mad you didn’t bring me any ice cream but maybe by tomorrow I’ll forgive you.” The softer patter of my mom’s feet went by as well, then we heard their door latch shut down the hall.“I know things got kinda hot and heavy in. My hands alternated between playing with myhard nipples and grabbing his hair and thrusting against him. He didnot moan, just licked and sucked while I made enough noise for the twoof us. Finally the wave in me crested and broke, carrying me towardsthe orgasm that I had been wanting to feel all night.When I awoke I was not in the village but back in my apartment. I hadthought that it had all been a strange dream. Yet I could feel thestud in my tongue and knew that something had happened. I. I could see her eyes rolling with tears and myself in shock. I didn’t know what to do and ran away from there, leaving her in a state of distress.To add to my woes, the following two days are holidays, and I could not meet her nor speak to her. On Monday, I came to the office and waited for her to apologize. There she came with a dull face.Me: Hey, I am really sorry.Sarvada: It’s ok, it is me who should be sorry.Me; No, I shouldn’t have peeped while you were in the toilet.Sarvada: Ya, that was. She watched me from the shadows as I caressed her knickers, and then used them to bring myself to orgasm. After that, it was only a matter of time. She never told me how long it took, but eventually she decided to blackmail me, and get her revenge.I thought it was just another day. Our parents were out for the day, and I thought Sarah would be as well, so I went into her room and started looking through her laundry basket. I found a pair I liked (cute and pink, and so soft) and brought.