I too sat opposite to him and started exposing my cleavage. He too noticed it but not dared to look at my assets. Then deliberately I adjusted my pall... for exposing more to him. To encourage him i turned my face towards TV and seriously watching it. then he got little courage and started starring at my boobs. I saw from side view he adjusted his tool over the pant. then I told him that I am getting sleep and went to bed room. I know that he can see me through dressing table by sitting in hall. We were just talking on Kik. No big deal, right? I'd loved when he said that I was gorgeous. I was sure he was looking to get in my pants, but no one had ever told me I was gorgeous, ever. I was maybe 15 pounds heavier than I wanted to be and I always hated that. I worked out constantly, but I was just curvy. Not chunky, but I wasn't a size 2, either. My friends always commented on how they wished they had my big boobs or butt, but they were the ones with all the guys after them, not me. I'd. He wasn’t going to get his own godson in trouble.“Thanks, Uncle Dave,” said George with an affectionate smile.With that, Dave flattened himself out against the corner and let them proceed on their way.“Uncle Dave?” she asked with a hilariously puzzled look on her face.Once again, the conversation was briefly interrupted as they passed between “Pacific Mist” and “Pine Fern.”“He was the attendant on the Niagara Rainbow Mom and Dad met on,” George explained after entering the next car. “He helped. He’ll be a writer when he gets his ass into gear.’ ‘I love that expression.’ ‘Really? Well let me think about that book idea. You are in the guest wing, away from my bedroom so you don’t hear me screaming when I have gentlemen call.’ Fi giggled and said well not hear too loudly and Gwen gave her the smile that said she was beginning to relax about her decision to take on a kid from America as a housekeeper who’d already banned her from smoking pot inside the house. Gwen persuaded Fi to drink a.