Now of course my legs are apart and we all knowmy skirt barely covered my ass so the front was equally asshort. Granted we wore our underwear plus the...colored leotard type underwear over them. It was still so much man in front of me and I wasobviously very attracted to him. He was talking to me andshowing me how swollen my knee was compared to the otherone. Told me I should get to my doctor after this but thatwe'd wrap it and probably wouldnt be able to cheer fora month. Or no jumps or. I couldn’t see her, but was able to view her threw a mirror in her room that was facing me. I watched her remove her clothes, the way she removed her clothes was so sexy and seductive as if she knew there was someone getting pleasure out of watching her. After she put on her silky night gown, I startled. I thought to myself “What if she sees me?” In a panic I was going to go back to the sofa, but my sex drive was on a high and I needed to see more. Slowly, I opened her door. “Cassie?!” I. She (or more accurately, the character she plays) is basically a more perfectly-built version of what I would have been had I pursued a career in the Navy/Marines as my father would have preferred. She and I have the same hair color, same eyes, same busty figure (hers is sleeker) and the same flirtatious teasing personality.The only things I have on her are eight years of age (she's pushing 40 by now) and, oh, about 30 IQ points.Dave was trying to get a rise out of me. I thought it was cute and. On a scale of one to ten, where would you put yourself?’Christ – she was the one who should have been the psychologist! She was playing with me. What should I say? Too low a number and – and I might not get punished. Too high, and I was really asking for it…‘Um – maybe an eight, Miss Stevens?’‘An eight. Interesting! And would you say that someone who is an eight should be punished fully clothed? Over their knickers? Or – or on their bare bottom?’She paused.‘Which should it be for you, Mrs.