DESPITE my craptastic appearance I started to feel something on my leg. Sure enough, dude in the seat I was hanging out by was just kinda touching my ...eg and looking at my ass from the side. Now, I read a lot of smut and you read about this crap all the time. CONVENIENTLY nobody noticed, and I thought that was just a trope. Everyone was either in their own world or didn't care. As this realization struck, he started to rub my ass and where my pussy was through my leggings.The Nymph in me kept. I cleared everything out and created my viewing spot.An hour later Sara came home and was alone, no son in tow, I could tell because she arrived and went straight for the phone in the living room down the hall. She called Brian and said, "Hey, the baby is at my sisters for the night. Do you want to come by and see me.?" My heart was pumping , more so because I realized my position in the closet might not work because all her clothes were hanging in there. I was stuck however as she hung up and. Auntie was out in the garden laying some tables, shit a brick I thought, and turned to make an exit towards the stairs and up to my bedroom, when Auntie shouted, “Get that will you dear” too loud not to be heard around the front of the house, let alone inside it.Too late, my escape had been thwarted and for what seemed like an eternity I stood contemplating what to do.At this point it was as though I was having an out of body experience and not at all in control of my actions,I could feel. Well ... we only ... had intercourse ... sitting talking about relocating a manufacturing operation at the conference table.” I stalled out my answer as long as I could to tease the two of them. They laughed. Intercourse in that context clearly meant conversation.Elsa popped up, “I’ll call everyone, and then Cindy and I can go to the grocery store. There’s one a block over from here.” I wasn’t used to hearing about the details that went into conducting a party; Barnes, Andy, or Sheila, or some.