My mom’s job as a pharmacist in a store meant that she usuallyarrived home considerably later than me, and I let myself into thehouse using my k...ey. As a rule I also met my nine-year old sister fromschool and prepared us a snack til Mom got in about 5.30 or so. Thishad been the norm since my father had died suddenly eighteen monthspreviously. Although we weren’t poor, his insurance hadn’t allowed usto wallow in luxury, either. Anyway, I knew my mother enjoyed her work in that. "Lizzie giggled and said, "Silly Mr Smith."In order to cut through his embarrassment, he said, "you'd better get off to bed, it's another long day tomorrow." Ok, I'll see you in the morning and thank you again."And with that she walked off down the corridor to her room, leaving Mr Smith with her scent in his nostrils, and his cock semi-erect. He hadn't felt that desire in a long time, and almost felt bothered by his feelings.The kids were all fast asleep so Mr Smith went back to his room and. I wasn't "sexy" but I wasn't ugly either. Athletic, 6' 2'', dirty blond hair that I always kept short, and a toned body but without a 6 pack, I wasn't shy with the opposite sex. Though I'd yet to have a relationship at my new school, I knew I wanted Brianna. I made my move and she said yes. I now had a girlfriend.A few weeks later we were at her house studying for finals that were in a week, he parents were out of town and her brother was at a friend's house for a few days. Up until this point. Molly lifted the cocktail in her hand to me like a toast. She called my name. "I thought I was gonna see you again." Huh? Why?"She shrugged. She was constantly in motion, hips and shoulders undulating to the music. "I just had a feeling. Feminine intuition."I realized that Molly had the same grin on her face that my family's cat had when it was batting a mouse between its paws. Still, I would let her play with me any day of the week. I gamely tried to dance, forcing my body --bloated on.