"You do have a killer ass," Mark said and I groaned as my two boyfriends took my hands, walking us out of the park with me in the middle the way I lik...d it."You are so not funny, Mark," I said."What? Since when?" he laughed. "Reggie liked my jokes." Let's not talk about her, okay?" I said, maybe a little too sharply."You okay?" Chris asked me and I shrugged, but I wouldn't say anything more about it."No!" I shook my head and flopped into the chair."What? Why not?" Mark asked reasonably and he. I was curious and couldn’t resist the temptation, so I wrote on a piece of toilet paper, “How old?” and slipped it under the partition. The note was quickly taken up and was shortly followed by the sound of a match being struck. At first, I thought he was burning the note in disgust but then I realized that he was using the match to write with.The note came back; “18” it read. I drew a rather deep breath. Now what?I returned the note; “I’m 26 – can I wank you off?” I remember thinking at the. I saw what had caught my dad's eye: the towel over her boobs had dropped off, and her nipples were sticking straight up. I had never really seen a grown woman’s breasts before then. I remember the sight of him on the pool steps, looking right at her breasts from an angle just between her legs, and doing what I thought was scratching his leg. I could not see because I was behind him.Anyway, I saw mom come around the garage through the gate and freeze in her tracks; she watched him there for at. But you didn't answer me. What are you doing here? I told you I was having company tonight."Justin lifted the lid on the red sauce, pulling open a kitchen drawer with the ease of familiarity and taking out a small spoon. He dipped it into the sauce, blowing on it before tasting it. "Needs more salt," he said, putting down the lid. "I guess I forgot. I thought we could have dinner and do some work tonight." He dropped the spoon into the sink, staring at the red stain that splattered on the white.