Wandering carefully down the hall towards the bathroom trying not to make a sound, the distinct sound of my parents headboard banging on the wall quic...ly becomes audible.Originally a teen mom with my oldest sister Pamela, my mother is a handsome cougar who is faithful to her children first and everything else second. She stands the average height at 5'6 and carries a womanly 135 pounds. Her curves are those of a woman whom has born 4 children, but does not allow her living arrangements to. She tried to maintain her composure and not let the crowd know that her stance had been shaken.Her eyes remained glued to the fading figures of the two people that were causing her heart to cry out in pain.She swore that she could see them hold hands just as their figures faded from view and they entered the dense woods.Bravely she managed to keep her smiling disposition. As she walked to toward the house they followed her every move.Someone handed her a small glass of wine they were raising a. The guy was running his hands along the curve of her bottom and over the backs of her legs.Sameera tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Ritu had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto. I couldn't believe I had said all this. "So while everybody's cool withit at work, we both know there will be others who won't be, and Iunderstand if you don't want to be associated with me," I said."I'm not afraid of what people will think. If I love you, I love you,and I do. But dammit, of course you have to know I'm unhappy about youconcealing this from me. Did you not trust me to accept you? Did youfigure I'd break up with you? How would you know I wouldn't be turned onby it? How the hell.