After school we all rode on the bus together, Kathy and Eddie sharing a seat and Brad and I doing the same thing. Although we wanted to, we hadn't had... another opportunity to spend an afternoon at our pool. All of us had things to do around our houses.Brad and I talked on the telephone a few times and we had a chance to get to know each other a little better. I found out he wanted to become an engineer or learn his father's trade. When I asked why he was interested in two things that seemed so. I suppose it was the mix of both men and women that surprised me the most. We were there a couple of hours and I had no idea that Cindy was slowly getting me pretty drunk. The more I drank, the more at ease and friendlier I became. Eventually, I got a few flirts from guys and even other women. I actually found it sort of flattering. One guy in particular was Adam. Cindy acted like she knew him, despite the fact she said she didn't. I guess I was even a little jealous, but Cindy stayed pretty. Whenever she looked at me, there was a hint of contempt in her eyes. When she spoke to me, her tone was formal and commanding, giving me orders rather than requests. She acted as though she was the mistress of the house and I was subservient to her rather than the other way around.She often patted me on the rump when she spoke to me and her hands seemed to accidentally brush my breasts through my pallu with regularity. She was always commenting on how I wore my sari “like an old woman”; she. Of course it wasn’t real. How could sheets have done what they did in her dream? It is an absurd thought and Emma berates herself for even thinking it. So with a sigh, she slides off the bed to her feet.“I need a shower,” she mumbles to herself.Emma digs through her drawers for a uniform and pair of panties and bra before slipping off to the bathroom. She tosses the clothes to the sink and drops herself onto the toilet. The moment her ass hits the seat her piss begins flowing and it feels oh so.