Nervously, Todd headed to the toilet, placing the jars on the basin's ledge, and moving the screen over to hide what he could. His first problem was ...rying to fill the urine jar, with a hardon. The minimal privacy screen did not hide well the fact that he was having to lean forwards and support himself on the wall to get to an agreeable angle to capture his pee. "Don't forget it needs to be mid-stream, ok, Todd?" Miss Hooper interrupted him, reminding him of her presence and making his. The light was dark in the stairwell but got brighter as I climbed the stairs. Halfway up the staircase, I recognized another smell, becoming stronger as I got closer to the top. There was no mistaking that the musky aroma was a mixture of sweat and sex. MY GOD, I thought, imagining what might have gone on, how can the smell be this STRONG?At the top of the stairs, I found myself in the attic, a large room that ran the length of the house. It was only high enough for a tall person to walk where. ...Right after he leaves I hear the water running in the bathroom. As I head down the hall I can see the bathroom door is closed and what seems to be noise from the shower area...I proceed to strip down in the hall, slowly open the door and step inside.Oh lucky me!The shower doors are clear. Tracy has soaped up her hair. Her beautiful breasts are gleaming with soap and water running over them and down her beautiful little body... Just then I realize she has one hand cupped under her left breast. “I’m going to get you a glass of water. I’ll be right back, okay?”He nodded his head. Allison rushed downstairs, and almost bumped into her mom in the kitchen, holding a glass of water. “How bad?”“Very. Kara’s on her way.”“I figured. I’ll set aside three plates for you.”“Thanks mom. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you’re psychic.”She quickly made her way back up to his room, and closed the browser window with news story before handing the glass to him. “Drink my love; and then we can move to.