I get ding and amessage has come in. I open it and its the guy from earlier, all is says isdo your brothers know you are gay. I panic. I reply who is ...his and noanswer, I ask again and still nothing. I go to settings and see it, Deletemy profile. I click it and then I confirm it. Once I see my profile isgone, I delete the app.I get up and go to the drink machine. I get a soda and start drinking it. Iam calming down from that scare. I head to my bike and then peddle to themall. Before I get to. One of the times, I accidentally knocked over a bottle. The immediate fragrance of the perfume filled the air and brought back memories... Ever since she was introduced to Clive Christian's Perfume No .1, she always commented on how she loved the fragrance, but didn't want to spend so much money on something as trivial as perfume. I have to admit that it did smell great on her when she first tried it. She yearned for the perfume, but had convinced herself that she would never be able to afford. A massive lump poked against the taut fabric presenting a shocking, yet somehow gripping sight. Embarrassed although involved in the whole act, and uncertain about what to do, I sought to hide me face in my hands. But he would have nothing of it. He urged me to get over my abashment, but there was precious little I could come up with. Thankfully he knew a better way. Leaving me in my own world he took recourse to a different route. With skilled moves he started to explore every inch of my flesh. Obviously I loved watching her, but it had never occurred to me that Mrs. K might actually enjoy being watched. And tonight, she apparently had planned something special, just for my benefit.My heart began to pound as the scene unfolded before me. I stared through my binoculars at that mirror, giving me a front row seat to what was happening out in the hallway. Mrs. K’s husband tugged at the belt of her robe and opened it, pulling it off her shoulders.I gasped at the sight of Mrs. K seen from.