I stood and inch away from him and raised myself up to nuzzle his nose with mine. He nuzzled me back, let go of my hand and hugged me. I squeezed him ...gently and could feel some of the nervousness that had built up dissipate. I buried my head into his neck as he whispered into my ear, ‘I have not slept well the last couple of nights.’ ‘Me either,’ I confessed. Utah was touchy feely with me at breakfast. I managed to endure it up to the point where he slid his hand under my skirt and up my thigh.. The cute little waitresses were dressed as jungle natives wearing a bikini top and a grass skirt. They were probably local college k**s making some extra money that their daddies wouldn't send them. It added to the mystique.Miriam didn't care for the cigarette smoke but she also smell a more pungent aroma that she guessed was marijuana. She had been to enough concerts in her younger like where marijuana was very prevalent but she had never tried any before.There was a small five-piece band. I actually had to shut the door to hear the game.The next morning as I was having my first glass of orange juice, Julie comes into the kitchen dressed and ready to go physically. She was awake but she didn't look like it."Morning. I'm impressed, you actually got up before noon." Morning. Is there any coffee?"I simply pointed out the coffee maker, "You'll need to help yourself. I don't drink coffee." Thanks. How long do I have?" I'll leave in about an hour. You have time for coffee and. “Hi, uncle.” It was him. “Whatcha’ doin’?” I feared he could hear the moans of ecstacy from my tv, so fighting my now unbearable arousal, I struggled to lower the volume. “I called in sick”, I said, using the most restrained tone I could. “Oh, really?” he asked. “Do you want me to come over?” I could barely contain an audible moan at this offer, but still I did everything in my weakening power… “No, I don’t want to get you sick too. Thanks, though.” He waited for a moment, then said,.