Around 7pm that night I heard the soft knock again at the front door. I opened it and saw the same guy again with his friend standing behind him. I we...lcomed them both in and walked them over to the living room. I was a mix of horny and nervous with two guys being there. I started to second guess what I had gotten myself into. Would I be able to live with this decision kept going through my head. One time was me experimenting but two times admitted I enjoyed it. The two guys walked over and sat. Must work evenings."I asked for the manager, but the owner himself, a heavy set European looking man came to see me."Hello, what can I do for you young man?"I smiled, I recognized his accent. He was probably Belgian. "I saw the sign help wanted. I'm not bad in the kitchen, so I would like to apply. My name is Gabe Kramer."He asked with suspicion, "I don't know, it's not for starting position as a washer, but as a cook's helper. Do you have any references?" Well I did help out in a diner in. Tilda was 17 and Danny was 31. Now, had they not already formed a bond through all their chats, this relationship would have ended right there. Danny felt bad he had been talking so openly sexually with someone so young and Tilda herself was not sure what to do. He was old enough to be…well…just too old. So they refrained from talking about anything naughty. But Danny had managed to break the surface of Tilda’s wild side. She wanted him to talk naughty but he was just being too nice. They had. Next, she grabbed her dad’s ol wife-beater sleeveless t-shirt. It too was way too big so she tied it together at the bottom to keep it snug. It was almost sheer and with a little sweat, completely see-thru. She knew why her daddy made her dress this way, and she was getting big enough to play along. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her.They worked in the garden for an hour or so before Emmitt declared, “Damn, it’s hot. Let’s go get some water.” There was a hose in the barn on the.