Alexis sat up in her seat looking over at me, a comical look on her face.“You’re not going inside?” she asked.“What for? I came out to go swim...ing, I was going to be wet anyway. There’s no lightning or thunder, it’s perfectly safe.” I answered.She just sat there for a second, looking up into the sky, large raindrops continuing to hit the pavement with no apparent pattern. She shrugged her shoulders and laid back down on the chaise lounger, by now the entire courtyard had taken refuge elsewhere.. "Linda I need to use the bathroom, what are we going to do?" "Well I don't know, okay...okay... how about I pull your pants down andyour boxers and I will leave the bathroom so you can pee, will that work" "Yeah I think I can live with that" So we head into the bathroom and I stand behind my Tony, I reach aroundand unbuckle his pants and pull them down, then I hook my fingers in his boxers and pull them down.. I could not help but notice his tight buns. I know I shouldn't be thinking these. ‘Come here.’ She wagged her finger at me. Gulping, I walked toward her slowly before I got within arm’s reach of her and she grabbed me by the collar, yanking me on top of her and kissing me passionately. ‘Mmm, Mr. Benson,’ she said as she pulled her mouth away from mine. ‘Yes, Mrs. Benson?’ I replied. She grinned, then rolled off the bed. I was acutely disappointed. ‘I’m gonna get a shower,’ she said. ‘Be back in a few.’ She stopped, and turned around again. ‘No peeking.’ With that, she turned. “Hi, Jennifer!” Shouted my Mum, going into guest-greeting-mum-mode.“Hi there, Liz!” She shouted back, passing an overburdened Alex a small weekend bag, probably full of clothes. Mum and I started making our way over to the new arrivals. The gravel was hot so I paid more attention to my feet rather than listening to the mothers making cliché conversation about finding the house alright and all that rubbish mothers always talk about.When I finally managed to get to Alex, I was confronted with a.