They had never both left before without leaving a note. I wasn't actually worried but it was odd.Then Brian got a sly smile and took my hand again. He... shushed me as he crept quietly back upstairs. "Which is their room?" He whispered. It was an awful lot of drama if he figured they had just over slept.But as we got near their door I caught on. From the hallway, we could hear the rhythmic bed creaking, Mrs' gasps of "oh Phil" and Mr's groans of pleasure. Then, it all stopped. Then it all started. ?Hold these a minute.? He bent, giving me a wonderful view ofhis perfect globes with the tiny pink rosette in the centre and pickedup the towel. Instead of re-tying it around his waist he draped itround his neck and walked unashamedly naked to the Aga. ?Would you likea coffee or tea?? he asked.?Eh, eh, yes please, coffee would be great. Milk no sugar.? My eyesfixed on his swinging member.?Did you get the AA?? he asked busying himself with cups and hot water.?Oh no,? I said, ?I don?t know where. They were just fifteen and sixteen years old. So they must have used their spare time to have fun with Paul.I must admit I was jealous. I had not been well serviced by my husband, Cal, for years now. Oh we often went on cruises and such, but he always ended up playing poker and then getting drunk and collapsing in our room. I hardly ever got a really enjoyable fuck out of him.I am Samantha, or just Sam, and this all happened because I had been cut to half-time at my job. It was early June and I. It’s at 7:00pm at the church just down the street from the school.”“What happens at these youth group meetings?”“A short Bible teaching and then we just hang out. We play board games and ping-pong, stuff like that, but mostly we just talk. We have outings where we do stuff together, but I want you to meet the other kids and talk to them.”“This sounds like a covert attempt to convert me,” I chuckled.“No! That’s not why I’m doing this. You don’t think we’re normal kids. We are. We have the same.