. figuring things out or catching you?”“Yes. She’s very bright and she loves being here. Our problem is that we love her and love having her her..., but it was much easier maintaining the secrecy while she didn’t live within easy walking distance. I’ve been preparing for that, as it seems nearly inevitable. Something will happen, we’ll forget, something. If it’s just us girls, that’s easily managed ... at least, relatively so. If she comes across Dad with ... any of us ... The thing is, I’m not. "I didn't mean to act upset by seeing you naked, honey," I told him. "Tell me, William, were you just going to try to masturbate? I know you haven't been with a woman lately and that is something you need to do I'm sure. Something you even should do," I added."Well, gosh, mom," he said quietly. "You can't possibly do that with your hands in such a state," I told him. "Let me do it for you." Oh mom, no," he protested. But I slid my hand up under the sheet and took hold of his cock. It got hard. I, however, said no. Vehemently No. I wasn't about to fuck my best friends fiance. No matter how badly I wanted to. She continued to press the issue and after some very careful “persuasion” on her part, I caved and agreed that it while it would forever stay between her and I, it would also strengthen our friendship (At least that's what I told myself). I craved to see her tits again, and now that I was given the green light, her shirt came off very quickly. She reached down and began to stroke. So comfortable. Too comfortable apparently. I turn and feel soft sheets against my skin and when I open my eyes the room is dark, everything quiet. I prop myself up on my elbows and realize I’m under the covers now...without my jeans on. I look to my left and Ethan is sleeping next to me, laying on his back, his head turned into a pillow. Fuck. I fell asleep on him. I feel a twinge of guilt and disappointment. He’s still wearing his thin navy blue shirt, his left hand resting on his stomach as.