.….stepdad….….It was Thursday, another tennis day for the wife. She was staying later and later, and tonight she tells me she’s spending the n...ght with ’a girlfriend’ she’s plays tennis with now. I immediately wondered what Laurel and Tiffany might have cooked up to do to me. I didn’t have to wait long as the came in from school. They went in Laurel’s room whispering and giggling. I was sitting on the couch when they came out, both dressed in their cheerleader outfits. No bra, and I figured no. Not going to jail was a much more preferable exit strategy than the alternative.Once again, the site was a buzz of activity, with everyone moving equipment as best as they could back into the trucks. They all worked their asses off this time. They didn’t want anyone to have any clue what kind of operation this was. If they knew for sure it was a failed robbery, they’d have a much better idea of where to look. If it looked like a terrorist attack, they’d have much more opportunity to deflect. "Give it about 15 minutes and see how you feel," Bob replied. We drank some wine and chatted and I shortly began to notice that I was feeling pretty stoned. In fact, very stoned. I'd had one brownie, and Kait had scarfed down three. She obviously was feeling it too -- her eyelids were half closed, her eyes unfocused, and she was having a hard time standing up straight. "I need to get something," Bob said, and left the room. I put my arm around Kait, and she smiled and kissed me, sticking her. He was preparing for exams to go to the USA to pursue his masters. Since we were very close in childhood, I used to hang out at his home sometimes. During that time, I would stare Thilaga aunt all the time she used to wear only nighties in the house. Whenever I stared at her, her nipples would be poking out of her nightie. She never used to wear a bra when at home (which I came to know later).She caught me staring at her many times, but never said anything. But she used to smile at me instead..