Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and pleas... share your thoughts in the comments .. it's true. I have a friend who didn't go to prom and now she regrets it. She tells me every day."Marissa laughed. "Oh mom, quit exaggerating.Olivia smiled and stroked her daughter's hair. "I like kidding with you. But seriously, what's going on in your world? I know I work so much and we hardly get to spend time together." It's ok mom, I understand you have to work." It's not ok. How about you and I go shopping this weekend huh? Wouldn't that be fun?"Marissa's face lit up. "Can we invite. I could see my wife’s feet on either side of our friends head. I could also see his arse jerking back and forth as he fucked my wife. The sight actually made me hornier, which I would have thought impossible earlier on. I stood there for about five minutes with my brain flashing all over the place from horny to rage to Oh shit, divorce. However something else occurred to me, his wife was just as attractive as mine and I wondered if she knew about this.So I crept out of the house, got in the. I know to go up stairs in this strange house walking very softly.There is one door in the hallway that is slightly open candle light flickering threw the crack in the door into the hall.I slowly push the door open. It is such a girls room all sugar and spice and everything nice. Huge bed, white comforter, pillows everywhere, three little heart shaped candles by the bed the smell on cinnamon.And I feel as if I am the thing that goes bump in the night.I can see the back of her head with her jet.