When Laura told me how he leered at her tits in the tight sweater she was wearing that day, and how handsome he was, I had her call him and invite him... back to make his presentation to both of us. The evening he came Laura was really dressed like a slut instead of a housewife. She was wearing her all red outfit with 4″ patent leather red high heels, silky red nylons with their elastic band at mid-thigh, a red leather mini-skirt which barely covered the elastic bands of her nylons, red. The robe flared open, with her every step, as she brought the tray, set it down on the bed, and seated herself across from me. "It's just toast and tea, honey. Is that enough?" she asked."It's fine, baby. Later, we'll go out and get something for lunch. After last night I owe you a couple nice meals, at least." You don't owe me anything, Arthur. I think we came out even on fun, don't you?" How long have you been up?" I asked, when I noticed my clothing, hung and folded neatly. I was starved and. Could be your prize this evening, I commented.She giggled, Fuck, am I ever buzzed.Should we be doing this? I asked.I AM your regular babysitter, and feel very comfortable with youIt will be fun, she commented. I have had my eye on your for a long time, ever since we went camping. And we all got drunked up.Ah yes, I remember you in that nice low cut top and those great tight gym shorts. Every time you visited, you made sure you bent over in my direction. Your such a great tease!The guys at the. I laugh. ‘OK. This is good news.’ I am feeling a bit lightheaded. He is studying my face carefully now, and his smile softens a bit. He holds out his hand and we shake. ‘I’m Sebastian.’ His handshake is firm but not rough. ‘Nice to meet you.’ I do not know what else to say so I lead him into the bathroom. I notice with chagrin the magazine still on the floor next to the toilet, and hope the room has aired out sufficiently. ‘The faucet’s leaking and sometimes the water runs over the side of the.