She said “What about Maya, you went upstairs with her for a long time.” I explained “Yeah, she got stung by bee. We were up there for a while be...ause we were putting ice on it, besides my mom was right there with us the whole time”. She said “What about Morgan? I saw you and her go upstairs a couple times”.I said “Yeah well, if you saw that then you also saw us come right back down. I told you my mom was upstairs all day, nothing was happening up there.”She said “yeah whatever you say. I know. Since my wife was taking care of my sick k**, I offered to take her out shopping. We went to a mall and she held my arms all along and we shopped all day stopping for coffee and lunch. She seemed to be having so much fun. We were like when we were k**s again, she never stopped talking, laughed, acted silly and jumped around and on more than a few occasions brushed herself against me. Anyone would have guessed us as a couple had they not known us.The most awkward part of the evening was when she. He was now back in the states and was looking for a job, possibly teaching at the university, or working on a newspaper. We went back to the apartment, watched TV and at 10 pm I went to my bedroom, undressed, and put on pajamas and crawled into the big double bed. I thought about Uncle Jeff as I drifted off to sleep and the big bulge in his blue jeans, wondering what a full-grown man’s dick and balls really looked like. Some time later, I awakened, and was vaguely aware of someone getting into. Their intentions of sexual flirting and appraising my body, checking it out was hard to mess, but that did not annoy me either, I am the sex loving woman who would not mind pleasing them in anyway if it was with benefits in return, which I had on mind by doing the cleaning lady or maid job anyway.John looked me in the eyes with a wide smile, lifted his hand up stretched it till it was over my thigh but not touching it about a fracture of an inch high, he looked at his hand, my thigh then back.