She was very nice and very petite. I could see where Rebeca got her size if not her good looks. But when Beca came into the room, the world stopped sp...nning.“Thank you,” she whispered. I held out my hand and she took it so I could slip the pink orchid wrist corsage on the way the florist had shown me. It complemented her dark blue dress beautifully. I’d almost call the dress ‘demure.’ I’d never seen Beca in anything but jeans and flannel shirts. What was exposed was pretty. The dress had a lacy. When I arrived home in mid-December Sarah and Mom were waiting for me but there was something new. Some dude was hanging behind Sarah with a possessive look in his eye. And Carol was standing beside a guy that couldn't be more than four years older than me. “How are you girls.” You have to understand that I had been the sexual master in our home and it never even occurred to me that anyone could take my place. Both guys offered their hands and I automatically took them even if I had my doubts. I groaned silently to myself, not wanting to engage in the menial small talk that often follows nights of sensuality. For a moment I thought that if I just pretended I was sleeping then she would call a cab and go home. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty minutes passed. Then thirty. Then an hour. I was growing restless. I rolled over and looked at Michelle. She seemed restless but sillsleeping. Drearily, I hauled myself out of bed and went to the bathroom, hoping that after a long shower I. She told me to come to the top of the stairs and listen. She hadn't told him I knew and was afraid he'd chicken out if he knew. So I quietly stood at the edge of the stairs and listened as they made out. There was a mirror on one wall of the stairs at the bottom and a big picture on the other corner and I could see thier reflections in the picture. That gave me the idea to look in the mirror which faced them directly. I snuck down a few stairs just in time to see her dip her head to his cock..