Since my dress was still gathered at my waist I'm sure it looked ridiculous. "Perhaps we could continue this upstairs in a more suitable position?"I w...as immediately alarmed when he smiled at neither my curtsey nor at my suggestion. He shook his head. "I'm afraid, Mistress 'Smith'," and I could hear the quotes around the name I was using, "That it would be a good idea for us to skip that, although," and he smiled happily, "I will regret losing the opportunity to know you better." He became. As I opened my mouth to start he spoke before me: “Baby…I know we should stop…but I don’t know if I want to or not.. I mean… if we keep going I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself from…and we really shouldn’t be doing this…but fuck… I want you so bad..” I interrupted his little tangent with a simple, “I love you.” I guess that was answer or reason enough for him, because he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and told me he loved me too. He let go of his weight and laid on top of me. " "Thank you, you said that you had something to show us." I said as Elena sat beside me, her hand in mine. Stan nodded, "Yes, your parents left wills. Each will covered various circumstances if one parent passed away before the other. This specific will covers if something happened to both of them. I was also instructed to give this to you." Stan removed an envelope from a folder and handed it to me. I opened it up and found a handwritten letter. I recognized it as my Dad's. Where Ian was cold, bookish and somewhat gloomy, Larry was extrovert, impulsive and outgoing. Also, while Ian seemed to be asexual, there was more than one hint that Larry hadn’t disdained pleasures both from girls and guys. But the best part was that Larry had no problem in showing off his body and being watched, even during his more private moments.So it came to no surprise that Saturday morning, at about 10 o’clock, Ian rang at Larry’s house, knowing his friend’s parents would be away for.