He walked out.From the last week at home, I could tell that Mom hadn't said anything to Dad about Jenna and me. Only that they were going to respect m...y request to knock on my door, before barging in.Back when I was 15, they both had come into my room as I was jerking off — Dad had simply said, "oops," and closed the door — Mom had opened the door and loitered a bit too long as I didn't cover up as quickly as I should have.They probably think I wanted the door closed for that purpose again,. Her head was spinning from the recent events surrounding the Kindle. It was hard to take it all in. It wasn’t so much the revelations but the desires that had been awoken in her. She once had a friend who had made a pass at her in college. It came as a shock to find that she was gay. She had no problems about her friend’s sexuality; live and let live was her motto, but she sometimes wondered what it would have been like. She had also recently been out on a Hen Night with a girl from work who. In fact she seemed to be enjoying it. ‘How old are you?’ I asked her. She kissed me passionately, if somewhat unskilled, rubbing the palm of her hand over my own bulge. A moment passed before she muttered ‘Nineteen ‘ adding ‘but no-one ever believes me ‘ She went on to promise all kinds of personal favours, trilling with delight as she nibbled my earlobes, if I coached her for drama school. But matters didn’t often go much further than fumbles and feels at these parties. From time to time these. As I reach the top of the steps I grab my cane, camoflagued on the skirting board at the top of the staircase and slowly peer through the bedroom, with Little Missy in sight.Half my body enters the bedroom (partially concealing the cane in my hand) as I glaze my eyes onto her short, yet plump body, I see the top part of her suit on the floor, by her cute little feet, exposed from those glossy, crimson red high-heels of her uniform. With only her bra and work skirt visible her cute curvy body.