Sure he seemed to be the only openly gay man in a house full of men who were still firmly in the closet, but I found his open honesty and candour quit... refreshing. Besides, who doesn’t like a smart guy that can cook? The first steak hit the grill and within seconds the smell had my stomach rumbling. Not long after there was a minor stampede as the smell wafted through the house. Not only could Max cook an incredible steak but his sauces, all home made of course, and his salads were amazing. The. We made out for a moment as we remained down, but we eventually rose back up without parting our lips.Then we encased our arms around one another and held each other tightly. I had no idea where all this lust came from, but I just went with it and let it grow. Our lips never stopped moving, and we both let our hands glide on one another's backs.My boobs were only barely touching his chest when we started, but after only a couple of minutes, they were scrunched in between us. I couldn't help,. So instead I ask ‘Are you hungry?’ Paul smiles at me and we walk into the kitchen. I start pulling out plates and food. ‘What do you want on your sandwich, mustard or mayonnaise?’ I am so nervous as I move around the kitchen making our lunch. I keep bumping into him, brushing my breasts against his body. Wishing I had the courage to just stop and put my arms around him and kiss him. I feel so silly (I think I’m babbling) as I continue to smile and make our lunches. I am so very happy to be. Most of them were going on to college of course, but that just wasn’t the same thing. With her going the three adults were left alone with their long thoughts. The day passed slowly, conversation stiff and formal. Early afternoon Gerry begged tired and went to lie down. Duncan had been looking for this opportunity to talk privately with Helen, both dreading and anticipating the talk. That was when Holly called needing her mother’s immediate help and she was off, with a quick apology, to help.