But what Libby does not know but I do is he has been unfaithful to her and on multiple times including trying to put the moves on our Indonesian neigh...ours daughter, she did not like him so shot him down.When she told me about it I think I stand a better chance as she told me she is an asian snob perfering not to bother with other asians except her family and was flirting with me a little, commenting on how nice and funny I am and I always get a big smile from her when we see each other but so. ..then...you know..." Standing, flustered, she comes around her desk and grabs a chair to sit at my side. Bright eyes filled with compassion, she asks, "What!? Well...what happened?" "She touched me..." "Touched you??" In my head I'm laughing. "Yeah! Down here." Grabbing my half-mass through my pants and shaking it at her. Eyes widening her smile disappears as her brow furrows. "Are you just making this up!?" She asks, choosing to ignore me holding my junk up at her. "So what if I did make it. Her little fold twitched again and she put her hand between her weakening knees. She was hot down there and it tingled when she touched it. Her legs shot up straight and she jerked suddenly. She felt flush in the face again and then she could feel the hand holding her fold getting wet.When she regained her composure, she backed away quietly and out to the kitchen. She looked at her hand and down at her groin. It didn't smell like pee, it smelled sweet not sour. Her knees were still weak as she. Not a second too soon as my door slowly opened. Through half closed eyes I could see Mom stick her head in the door. I snorted and turned feigning sleep. She closed the door quietly. Shortly I heard the sounds of water running for a bath. My heart rate had lowered enough to realize that I still needed to go get the videotape out of the VCR. I got up and put on my sweat pants and t-shirt. I slowly opened my door and peered down the hallway. Mom was obviously already in the bathroom. I could see.