As she stepped into the shorts, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her skin was flushed and her eyes bright. Even brighter was the pendent. It seemed since she'd put it on anytime she got excited or aroused it grew brighter.

She'd also been aroused almost constantly since she'd put it on.

“Right, a horny stone," she muttered to her reflection.

Emma wriggled into the shorts which fit her snugly and realized this wasn't the pair she wanted. They were also part of her ‘not safe for work or home' collection, Steven had referred to her fun sexy clothes as.

The movers were coming soon, not to mention she always made it a point to dress modestly in front of Eric. Her phone beeped from where she'd left it on the bed, and leaning over, Emma saw it was a text from the moving company.

"Your movers are on schedule and will arrive in a half hour."

Emma looked back down into the drawer for something else, then shrugged. Screw it, she would just wear the shorts, so what if they were a little tight? If the movers wanted to check her ass out Emma supposed it would be flattering, and it's not like Eric actually looked.

"Keep telling yourself that, mommy."

Emma ignored the thought, which is what she planned on doing from now on. That and not touching anymore of Robin's homemade wine.

Whatever was in it, had way too strong of an effect on her.

She opened another drawer and grabbed the first thing on top, a sleeveless white t-shirt. Like the shorts, the shirt was on the tight side, hugging her breasts. It was a bit on the short side as well, not quite covering her entire stomach, leaving her naval bare.

The shirt pressed the pendent to her chest and the heat emanating from it made her uneasy. She withdrew it from her shirt and watching in the mirror she fumbled once more with the clasp, but couldn't get it to budge.

Slipping on her comfy sandals from yesterday, she left the room and went to find Eric. Assuming he was downstairs, she strode quickly down the hallway, but stopped when she swore she heard moaning.

A sense of déja vu came over her as she recalled walking in on Robin and Cliff yesterday. She paused and there it was again, the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning. Like yesterday it was coming from what was going to be the spare room.

Emma moved towards the door which was shut. She put her hand on the knob and hesitated. She thought of the weird dreams she'd had last night of the couples having sex. Couples with the names of the people who'd lived here before her.

Annoyed at her irrational thoughts, Emma turned the knob and stepped into the room. Eric was sitting on the cot and watching the TV she'd noticed on an old table against the wall. On the screen was a woman on her knees, getting pounded hard by the man behind her.

"Oh, fuck, baby! Oh, you're giving it to me so good!" The woman cried out as her dark eyes stared at the screen, her red painted lips parted as she moaned and yelped from the pounding she was receiving.

Emma noticed the woman was much older than the young man behind her and it reminded her of Cliff fucking Robin. Just like she had yesterday, Emma didn't move, but simply watched the scene from behind Eric who was oblivious to her presence.

The woman's large breasts were swinging back and forth and her round ass jiggled as her lover hammered her with an enthusiasm Emma had fond memories of and would give anything to experience again, and soon.

The young man dealt her a playful slap that caused her ass to jiggle even more and the sound of both the slap and her yelp of surprise caused her to swallow hard and try to ignore the warm moist feeling growing between her legs. God, it seemed like she'd been wet more than not in the day they'd been in the house.

"Oh, you like that?" The woman looked over her shoulder, at her lover.

"I do." He moaned and spanked the other side of her ass.

“Its like role reversal."

Role reversal? Not something Emma would expect to hear in a porn, but her attention was now drawn to the ever increasing heat of the pendent. Like it had last night, it wasn't just warming up but seemed to be pulsing.

“Yeah, baby?" The woman on the screen laughed.