“Take the left-hand sofa seat, Joe,” I instruct him.“And you are?” I ask the boy before me with a pout on my lips. I know he’s seventeen. He...’s one of Sam’s best friends. Sam had mentioned him before and they are like chalk and cheese. His richer clothes, sparkling shoes and aftershave single him out in the threesome of friends. I smile because who in the hell wears aftershave in the afternoon, and he reeked of it.“Dave,” he spurts out with more than a confident smile on his face.I step to one. As you approach the door to the den, in the mirror you see me sitting at my desk but can't see what's on the computer screen. You pause at the door without saying anything, noticing that I'm moving rather oddly in the chair. Squinting to try and help you see what I'm doing, you suddenly realize that I'm masturbating."Oh for the love of Christ!" you scream in your head. Taking a step closer to entering the room, you decide to try and sneak in to 'catch me in the act'.You sneak into the room and. Meanwhile she's coming in twice a week. She's provided with keys to our home, so she can do the work while we're not at home - we completely trust her.Iva became very special to us. Not only as someone who kept our household, but also as a desireable person.Sometimes we had sex around the house, and we started to get negligent about tracks or lefted clothings around our house. Sometimes it wasn't only a slip or a boxer on the sofa, or something more obvious, like marks or a toy, not hidden. “Really? That's not very nice. You should be nicer to your mommy. She's carrying you in there and it's a pain in the ass. So you shouldn't be a pain,” Jeff replied. “Well let's go over how many times you listened when we were growing up. You listened to me that time when I was in 5th grade, and that was it,” I said. “Jeff Jr. mom is being mean,” Jeff replied to my stomach. “But you love me,” I said. “Damn right I do sis,” Jeff replied as he rested his head on my boobs. “I know they are huge.