As she lay in bed next to her snoring spouse later that night, Alex allowed her hand to steal down to that aching place between her thighs. She was st...ill sticky from Harold's cum, another word she had learned, and the slippery fluid aided her fumbling fingers. She had never done this before, had never thought of it until she had seen those pictures, and just touching it lightly felt so good. There was another reason for the dampness, though, and the secret she had discovered about herself. ‘That’s when Carol looked up and saw Sheila. She was a cheerleader. Carol told her to get her skinny ass out of there. She quickly left the locker room. I guess she has been passing the story around ever since. Are there any other reasons you thought I was gay?’ ‘Friday night with the girls. I figured it was your night out with them,’ I said. ‘It is my night with the girls. I’m not going to tell you about them till next Friday. You’re coming with me to meet them. Now I have a few questions for. I-what? What you talking about? I can’t get you.She-don’t act, i know what you use to do to her, and i saw you both doing it many times on our terrace and in nights when everyone use to sleep.I- well, please forget it, and now its been a long time and there is nothing between us like that, i don’t even know how she looks now.She-hmmm.. Now also she looks hot like before 36-28-36.I-ohhh…. Then just to tease her i asked her, leave about her, you say how you look now? Same old fatty?She-hmm… I am. The only rebellion I managed was to add some courses to my degree that I wanted to do. It wasn’t much of a rebellion though as I never mentioned the fact that my degree profile had changed. The University was close enough that I could travel everyday, and as my parents refused to help with expenses, it made life easier.I spent the following three years at University trying to make ends meet and not get into too much debt. The trouble is that a part time job doesn’t pay that well, my social life.