I wiped my hands dry, fished the joint and a lighter out of my shirt pocket, and waded back to my spot. He didn’t even try to disguise his admiratio... for my body. I felt my nipples getting erect.“Slide on over,” I said.He stood up halfway and moved in our direction. He found a spot within arm’s reach and sat down. The water was so clear that we could see his whole body, and he could see ours. He was trying -- and failing -- not to stare at us.After we had passed the joint back and forth a few. I stood up and took off my shirt then I reached down to take off my denim skirt…only in my pink thong, I sat on your couch to take off my shoes…then when I stood up again, I pulled down my thong and stepped out of them then I sat next to you and start kissing your lips…I said, “shall I undress you, Teacher?” you said, “yes, bitch. Take my clothes so I can fuck you”.So I pulled you up and pulled up your shirt…giving your chest a few kisses especially on your nipples, then I reached down to unzip. He was getting comfortable again and regaining his feel for the boat. That allowed him to balance and propel the narrow hull through the quiet waters of the upper River Thames.His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door."Phone call, Henry!" a voice announced. That was Milena, his live-in housekeeper. Milena, the lanky brunette from Pilsen who had come to the UK as an au pair with Andrew's family. Henry found her a refreshing person with a wonderful sense of humour and a strong. We had a few guests over the summer as well – relatives of family members. Deke’s younger brother Josh came to visit from the state or Washington. He was a good-looking man in his late twenties, but hadn’t been clued in to the lifestyle Deke and the family led. Thus, he was surprised to find the busy familial atmosphere the afternoon of his arrival. We had almost everyone present including the toddlers and babies. He gradually learned that Deke ‘lived’ with all these people, but the extent of.