I think she confused me with someone else because she waved to me and then she was like ‘shit, why did I do that’. I thought why not, let her see ...y bulge so I walked to see some stuff a few meters from her. She saw me and immediately she lowered her eyes right into my bulge. Of course it was getting harder and harder. She was working fixing a shelf but every 5 seconds she turned around to look at me. I went closer just to be sure she was looking at me and not something else. She was very. I flexed a few times and then looked myself in the eye. Was this the right thing to do, yes, or no? There was a rap at the door. Yes.I pulled a shirt on, gave myself one last look in the mirror, answered the door and invited Kayla in. Her youth, excitement, and anticipation was intoxicating.I took her hand and walked her over to one of two chairs I had rarely used and we sat opposite each other “Why don’t we start by having you tell me what you know or think you know about love and sex?” She. She politely looked away but stood nearby while Cait went about her business, looking forlornly at the floor. At least she didn’t need to use a zero-G toilet, which was slightly more involved, this was humiliating enough. When she was done Max, without prompting, took some toilet paper and reached between her legs to dab her dry before helping her pull her shorts back up, then proceeded to wash her hands.“Thank you.” Cait said, her voice cracking slightly.“Us girls gotta stick together, right?. I got up and pretended I was crippled, and the girls started giving Tran hell for kicking their poor sick Uncle Harry. I tried to keep a straight face but the look of guilt on Tran's was all it took to set me off. I was laughing my head off and the girls were laughing with me, and I was getting hugs and kisses and watching Tran the whole time. I could see she was fighting back a smile while watching us carrying on. I finally got an arm free and stretched it out toward her and she came into it.