Oops, her hair is still wet, you hormonally charged idiot!I got out of bed (again) and she quizzically looked at me like "What's this nut gonna do now..."I grabbed her hand as I pulled the covers back down and motioned for her to get up. I retrieved the brush and hair dryer and held them up and she nodded. She got up, sat on the edge of the bed and turned with one leg under her and the other dangling off the side of the bed.I turned on the dryer and began to brush her hair as the hot air whipped. ’ ‘Which you did,’ Dee observed. She was curious to find out just what Cherie had done, but put that on the back burner for a moment. It was fun to see Lani, who was usually so methodical about everything, including relationships, go gooey over someone. ‘He said ‘please,” Lani told her, as though that explained everything. ‘So, what? Then you had sex?’ Dee asked. Now it was Lani’s turn to blush. ‘Dee!’ She fidgeted in her chair, couldn’t hide a grin. ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh, you . . . you didn’t tell me!’. Ian walked into his mother’s neat and tidy room, then into the closet. It was a tiny space, but filled nearly to the top of family memorabilia. His mother saved every little trinket since as far back as he could remember. “Photo album…photo album…” he mumbled as he started the nearly impossible search, “It’s going to take me fucking forever to find it!” It was too true. It would take forever. Thankfully, this chore took his mind from that beautiful woman stretched out by the pool. Well, only so. It was slightly larger. It covered just enough that the areolas were no longer exposed and he had me put it on right where I was. The dresser was in his early 40s which for a 19 year old is old. His dark hair didn't show any gray and he was attractive but most of these guys are gay so I didn't think anything about undressing in front of him. He removed a red marker pen from his desk, sat on a stool with casters and rolled to the rear of the stand. He had me turn around and walk to the rear and.