I'd walk in after he'd show me inside, and we could either...A: have some small talk before getting startedB: put on some porn, preferably ones with f...cials for obvious reasons~C: get right to itAssuming we did one of the three above, I'd love it if he stood up in front of me, and asked me to get on my knees in front of him. I would smile, still nervous and shaking, but do so. He'd gently place his hand on the back of my head, and pull me into his crotch, pressing my face against his hardening. Living in a near-tropical climate, you either stay indoors and run the A/C or you wear as little as possible and stick to the shade. I hadn't brought much of my hot-weather stuff, but there were a few things that would work. A pair of cut-off denim shorts with the side seams ripped up to the waist was one. I peeled off the Capris and pulled on the shorts without bothering with the zipper. They'd shrunk enough in the laundry to stay up on their own and it meant that much more of me would be. Grandma Friedman's sick and I don't want Mom to have to leave just to take me to the Fair." Oh, aren't you a good boy," Betts said. "Just slice me some bread and let's get going." I turned to cut the bread. I didn't bother to tell her that I only baked one for the Fair and one for the family. "Brian?" I turned toward Betts. She pulled her t-shirt up and flashed her breasts at me. I choked. "Scarred for life?" Nice boobs, Betts," I said as I handed her a plate with two slices of bread. "But wait. No matter how hard he tried, he could not hide the fully noticeable hard-on he was having under his dress up formal shorts, his what seemed to be a huge, fully hard cock was building up a huge tent under his shorts.I looked him up straight in the eyes with a wide naughty smile saying “I don’t know how to thank you for everything, I am sure, no matter what I would do it would not be enough of a reward” my pussy was still in display and I was spreading my legs wider while looking him in the eyes.