00, Stephen ringed the doorbell. Tim asked us to stay in the kitchen,so we could not be seen immediately. Stephen came in, and I really wanted totake ...a peek, but couldn't. I heard his voice though, and he sounded as a charmingand cheerful person. I think he was just 26 or 27 years old. Not 30 yet, that'sfor sure. He sat down in the livingroom, and Tim and he talked a little. Stephenasked where we were, and Tim said we would be joining in a minute. He thenasked Stephen if he wanted to drink. I could trust Scott. He was safe.Scott and I had enjoyed a close friendship, or maybe more of a mentorship, him being just south of 50 and me only recently having reached 20. We had become friends through my work as a janitor at the local gym, though I had no idea he was gay until a coworker asked if we were dating. Being who I am, his being gay had no bearing on our friendship, but it did have me second-guessing some things that had gone on. First, he would invite me to his place to hang. She heard a noise and then smelled food. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up so fast she felt faint.She was late getting up!She leapt out of bed and saw her uncle cooking. Kit was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, reading a book.“I’m sorry!” she blurted out.Martin just waved, never even turning around from the stove.Kit looked at her. “Your uncle said you had a hard night, and deserved to sleep. We decided not to bother you.” He was looking at her bare legs.She realized she didn’t. "Glad you decided to join us" she said. The family sat and quickly found their polish hosts arranging themselfs around them. The guys sat between Anna and her daughters. Laura flanked the girls the other side while Sara might as well have sat on Peters knee. Imediately the flirting began and it was obvious who had eyes in who. Anna was very keen to beat her daughters to test riding the guys and kept them interested by allowing her dress to ride up and show off her puss. This was enough for.