On the afternoons when she happened to be home, she seldom failed to come around and ask me "Bath or shower?" And if I replied with "Bath" she began t... draw a tub of water for me. Then she would join me in the bathroom while I scrubbed down. She'd sit on the toilet or the sink counter and we'd chatter away.It was around this time, about two or three months into my full nudity around her that I began to wonder if my mom was being tolerant of my nudity simply because she wanted me to feel. The door says 415, damn know what? I close the door slowly and quietly. I know I should not keep watching but I can't stop thinking about the women on my bed. I approach the room to peek in so as not to be seen. You are just about done I'm sure, I know I am about to explode and I've only watched you for a minute maybe two. Your tits are bulging up from your body even though you're nearly flat on your back, head resting on the pillows, the support from your half bra shoving them up. Your brown. “Well...” I let out a breathy giggle. “I would’ve put it more… eloquently.” “So how would you have put it then?” he asked, leaning down to kiss my lips again. “If you keep doing that my brain won’t function well enough to tell you.” He stopped his descent, his lips pausing just over mine. I could feel his hot breath on my mouth, jumbling up my words. “Um… I,” I stammered. I swallowed and tried to regain my composure. “I would’ve said something like an explosion of extreme heat and passion.” . The first to greet me was Emily, a short (maybe 5'2") Biochemistry student with dirty-blonde hair, B-cups, and a really cute face. I remember her outfit the day we moved in: A white t-shirt that didn't really hide her polkadot bra and a pair of blue skinny jeans that hugged her surprisingly sizeable ass.Alexis was also already there when I started carrying my stuff upstairs. She was a tall, slender English Literature student with pale skin and long, silky brown hair that reached just about to.