Jesse went to her boyfriend’s house and told me to come by when I left Brian’s because we would be staying there instead.At midnight, I reluctantl... left Brian and went to Jesses boyfriends house. Upon my arrival they greeted me with a mix drink of brandy and coke. Not being much of a drinker it hit me hard and fast, feeling the numbness I called Brian. He was not happy that not only was I drunk but I was drunk at a guy’s house who had openly proclaimed his desire to have sex with me. As I tried. She didn’t look any worse for wear. Her hair was damp, so I guessed she’d showered. Probably wanted to wash my cum off her… Fuck. That really happened, didn’t it. And yet, Summer didn’t seem to be acting weird or bothered. If she had any regrets, they weren’t obvious.“Morning,” I mumbled, pouring myself a cup, trying not to ogle my insanely pretty, sexy niece and not worry too much about last night.I sat, she served. I ate, she ate. It was good, though it’s hard to mess up eggs and toast and. I watch him slowly walk down the darkened footpath. The Keystone Building and its underground car park are around the corner. I turn around and head off towards my dingy rental. Tomorrow’s meeting, and Angela Laurens, occupy my mind.The next morning 8am, boardroom. Gary Gray, Mike Bennett, a few sub-editors and me. Coffee, biscuits, papers, laptops. Most of the meeting is about others. Other departments, other news stories, changing production schedules. Finally the Trilogy story. Mike Bennett. The conversation was unusually normal for a bunch of naked people. I just assumed we would be talking about each other’s penises, tits, and pussies. My mistake.The water was so hot that we were all soon sitting on the edge of the tub exposing ourselves to each other. In 1980 no one trimmed their pubic hair, so we were all sporting full bushes. The hairy guy was extremely well endowed and his cock stuck out even in spite of his hairy bush.Even though I wanted to move on to the other areas, I.