I’d picked out a wide handful of popular authors and ordered everything they’d written to fill the shelf space – carefully sorted so each author...had their own section.Neat stacks of magazines were filed under the coffee table, with a couple scattered on top of it.I hate cushions.I bought 10. Hideous floral things that I scattered on the couch and beds.I’d already bought Hayley a new school uniform before the letter arrived (ok, I’ll admit, I couldn’t wait for school to start and I got to see. "I didn't think anyone was up". She said "That's ok, I was just surprised, I didn't think you were home and when I woke up to pee, I thought I heard a noise and that's when I looked in your room. I didn't mean for you to stop, er, scare you". "WHAT?" I stammered! She said "I didn't mean to scare you". "No, No, what you say before that?" I quipped. She says "I, well, I , I, umm, liked watching, It looks fun".So much for being in trouble! LOL "Really?" I asked, my mind was totally blown. The noise stopped and she came to the door, she was red and out of breath, sweat dripping from her boobs. She said what is wrong. I said, are you ok, you sound hurt, she laughed, and came out the room closing her door and walked me to my room. I said you are all red and naked, are you sick, she said no silly, Jose is sleeping over, we are having fun. I said but you are naked. She had a quick talk about sex with me and my interest was piqued. Boy my sister changed a lot at college, lol, she. Kevin was my first ever date with a man.“Kev. Call me Kev.” His words caught a little in his throat as he said this and I knew he was struggling to work out how to make his next approach. He surprised me again, however, by suggesting we move into the back seat of my car, “So we can have a bit more room”.We slipped into the back of the car, Kev sitting on my left. He began kissing me so gently that I found this unexpectedly mild approach exciting in the extreme. No grabbing for my boobs, no hand.