Without really thinking about it, I was looking at her legs and ass and she caught me looking. She grinned and asked me if I liked the view. I got e...barrassed but told her, “Yeah, I do.” Then I grinned back at her and said “How’s about showing me the rest?” as we always do joking around.Well, I guess the joking was over since she pulled up her skirt and bent over to give me a look at her butt. I didn’t know what to say or do. I just sat there for a minute as she wiggled her butt at me,. I realized as I was running this morning that I didn’t pay you rent. I’m sure I don’t contribute enough for food. And with Em living here, too, I feel like we’re freeloading.”“What a sweet and considerate lover you are. But it’s not something you need to worry about yet.”“Why not?”“You are still a dependent of your parents and they are providing your housing, just like they would be if you were living in the same house. The insurance has to cover housing costs while your home is being rebuilt. We had been divorced seven years. My son’s final argument in his plan to convince me I should take his baby was that the dog would get me laid. He knew that would be unlikely as the reason I was not active in the pursuit of pussy was the combination of gun shyness, (thanks to his mother), and just plain shyness. An invitation to fuck had to be written and notarized before I was aware that I had been invited, he had once said to me, not entirely in jest. I did get laid every once in a while. Its not the thrill of being caught, and I never have, but its the different situations and places that get me going.My first time was in a public toilet.Not the erotic of settings I know but we all start somewhere.I was 19 and in college at the time and had the afternoon off so I went into town to kill some time before I had catch the bus home.I went around the shops until I found myself in a local newsagent, realising I was feeling a lit turned on.This wasn't helped by looking at the magazines.