No porno, no quick lay. The TV stayed off and we began to kiss. We had a few quick pecks before, but this was our first passionate kissing. They were...strong hard kisses. With my eyes closed, I imagined what we looked like; yes we made a “cute couple”. A middle age couple getting it on like teenagers while the parents were away. Kissing is fine, but at some point, it is time to move on. MaryBeth was wearing a simple buttoned down shirt. While our lips remained attached I unbuckled one button,. ”“No folks, just me.” Susan watched a shadow pass over Morgan’s face. “Anyway there’s soup almost ready, only a tin of mushroom, sorry. Um do you want to get a bath first?” Morgan waved a hand towards a closed door.“Uh, please if you don’t mind, then I’ll get out of your way.” Susan clutched her pack tightly and disappeared into the offered bathroom.While she was busy Morgan turned the soup down and stripped and remade the bed. By the time she came out of the bathroom looking cleaner Morgan had. I just had to laugh when Kyle raised his eyebrows significantly at me while ordering the oyster platter; we don't need aphrodisiacs the way we've been going.We made it back to the beach in time for sunset and watched the sun turn the horizon pink and orange while huddled together by the shore. I guess the oyster's legendary libido-boosting effect kicks in after dark, because Kyle started nibbling on my ear when the clouds over the gulf faded to indigo. We went back up to the house, and he was. His frustration at being baulked at the nearest recruiting office in Mayfair close to his hotel was clear. The RAF Sergeant at the desk stopped Gold filling in the attestation form and summoned his Group Captain, who in turn got on the blower to some bigwig in Whitehall. The upshot being that the military were happy to sign him on for the RAF, but had no clue what to do with him.So, at his request, Jenny Mac at the Gold Studio’s London office sorted out a flat for him to buy and furnish while.