" Yes, Anita's become very close to Tina. She teaches her flute and helps me teach her guitar." I know we talked this morning Mr ... err Captain Smith...but what is your intent here? You say your parents are flying in and they want custody? They've never met Anita have they?" No, they are doing it on our, mine and Tina's, request. I think it is exactly the right thing to do right now. Tina and I already think of her as a sister." And your parents?" They are pretty predictable Mr. Winslow. One. Our nanny would pick up a phone book ... find something interesting, and call for reservations.“Party of four,” she would say. “Flintkote ... yes, 8:30.” She always included a credit card number...”In case we don’t make it.”We always did ... sometimes to the consternation of the receptionist. Since we were ten when we started all the person behind the podium could see was three “children” in the company of a person who absolutely was NOT their mother.Since we’d grown and were out on our own,. I could have easily stopped him, but actually his cock was nice and thick and I liked the way it was stretching my tight puckered rim. It was really quite funny with the Italian gentleman because I had to stoop down a bit for him to cram his cock up my cringing brown eye. He was so insistent that I just did not have the meanness of spirit to let him know I was not the tall young boy he thought he was buggering in the dark. I remember when he pulled out of my dripping bottom; he told me my skin. But by then I was sitting with my forearms over my thighs, an expression of boredom on my face, my shrinking, condom-covered hard-on concealed behind my arms. He proceeded to the sinks and I heard water running, then paper towels being pulled from the dispenser. There were only a few men left in the room at this point, and I knew which footsteps were his, heard them recede toward the door and out. I pulled the condom from my dick and twisted the end. Again I reached into my sports jacket pocket.