Maybe it never would.I stepped into the room as she took another puff then looked at the cigarette. "Are you going to punish me for smoking?"What the ...ell was she doing here? I was worried that Brandy had been blabbing to the entire school. This could be trouble. "What are you doing down here? You know this is off limits. No students are allowed."She smiled, "I'm sure. But Brandy was allowed here." Who's Brandy?" I askedCynthia gave me a look. She wasn't buying it. "She's my roommate. And the. Last night I listened to them having intercourse, my sisters moaning driving me crazy with my own sexual desire, I stood naked pressed against the wall with a glass, listening and imagining he was having me, fucking me instead of her.Early in the morning I heard him go to the toilet, so I timed my movement so I could confront him naked, I wanted to see him look at me, make him desirous of me, compare me to my sister, the fact I was a lot younger made no difference, so as he emerged from the. I grabbeda chocolate covered strawberry and shoved it into her mouth. She bitdown. I can imagine it must have been a relief for her to have somethingto wash out the first taste of cum in her mouth. She was able to gatherand catch her breath a bit while I enjoyed the view of her spread out inher black undergarments. She looked at me with those pretty blue eyes.She was no longer showing how nervous she was, she was passed that now.She just wanted to get it over with, but knew she had to play. The basement and attic rooms in the villa are stuffed full of old studio tapes and god knows what else. You could spend forever searching through all the junk. A lot of it is crap the lads picked up on tour, people give them pendants, arm bands, all sorts of souvenirs. Old stuff gets chucked out to make room for new, they bring more back whenever they go anywhere. There are reels of film and old video tapes; no one can be bothered to find out what's on them.'That rock opera was long before I.