Ben leaned over and was just about to tell James to get some rest when he opened his eyes again and looked around as if looking for something. ‘Ben,...my boy, you’re here. Where’s my grandson? Didn’t you bring him too?’ ‘Oh, uh… he’s just… he’s gone to the washroom,’ Ben stammered out a lie. James looked up at him and chuckled. ‘Why, yes, Karen told me he just learned to go to the toilet himself. He’s getting to be such a big boy, isn’t he?’ He closed his eyes again, his face etched in a smile.. Find something for Frances to help you with."By mid-afternoon it was hot as hell. Ben and I in the water. Not possible to do any kind of organized laps, but we'd gone back and forth across the little bay closest to our house a few times. Out of the water, let the sun dry us, but it was too hot to stay on the sand, so we headed back to the house.Around to the side garden. Frances and Kate puttering inside. Stretched out on the grass in the shade. Close enough to chat easily, talking about. Always wearing red lipstick, Skirts or dresses that comforted her well formed body perfectly and sometimes I could swear that her chocolate brown legs were a tint darker from stockings. I always liked my woman with a bit more on the hips, since I wasn’t from the skinny department either, but her curves were perfectly distributed. While remembering it, I honestly can’t believe, how I could keep a cool head and kept in in my pants - at least while away from desk. I could be quite, so I. He was travelling through town with his friend, he said they were only in the area for a week. We talked and laughed for a while. There was definitely a strong sexual pull between us. Once the concert was over, I invited them back to my apartment to hang out, have a drink, & smoke some weed. Mike and I continued to flirt throughout the night. We found out we actually had a lot in common, besides the sexual attraction. By the end of the night he was kissing me all over and rubbing my thighs. He.