My towel was hanging behind the door so there no way to cover up but I don't think I could of covered up anyway. I was frozen - totally naked and stil... semi hard. I figured she would of just closed the door to give me privacy but instead she stood there - I still remember it - she had just gotten back from a morning jog - she was wearing running shorts, a white tshirt and was glistening in sweat (she was an attractive woman) - needless to say for a horny 17 year old virgin it wasn't the worst. So I won’t do that too and you may leave now.” Saying that, he caught my hand firmly and started moving me towards the door.I begged him to stop which he didn’t listen until he reached the door. He pushed me against the door and said, “I can help you only if you cooperate with me and that is your choice now. Either obey me or come next year.” I didn’t reply anything out of fear.Seeing this he got bolder and had his grip well around my waist. He leaned and locked his lips with me to which I. "Denis you come with me and have some breakfast, which I have just cooked, and we will go and get your baggage. You will bring it back here, you are to be my special guest. You saved me from these louts, and there is another thing you must know. I really like you; in fact it may be even deeper, so please think about that. You were very considerate last night and I truly appreciate the anguish you must have gone through to keep your hands off me in my private region. So no more of this. ”“Ok, I won’t.”“She, she, both of you.”“Yes Mother, we share.”“So he has his own little harem if I understand correctly.”“If that’s the way you choose to view it, I suppose so, it works for us.”“Tell me, what kind of lifestyle is this?”“Oh, Mom, I don’t know, that’s a judgment you can make if you must, pretend we’re Mormons or something or maybe he’s an Arabic pasha. But please don’t criticize us, we love each other and Mom, we love you, too.”“Kim, I’d like to pray on this, I need to ask God’s.