Nick asked, “Shouldn’t we get back down stairs to Sam and Ashley, they might be wondering what we are doing.” I told him that they seemed to be...enjoying themselves and we shouldn’t interrupt right now. I moved my lips back to his soft cock and took it all in my mouth. Nick asked what they were doing as his cock started to come back to life. Well, I told him it looked like they were wrestling and Ashley was winning as she had Sam pinned straddling him bouncing up and down on him. I was worried. At this point I found myself getting upset. Gemma moved closer and stroked my arm in reassurance, the softness of her touch made the hairs on my neck stand on end and a stirring in my pants. I shifted uncomfortably trying to hide the growing bulge in my pants. Gemma's gaze shifted as I moved and she caught sight of the lump in my groin. She gave a sly smile and asked if I needed a hand? I felt my cheeks flush and turned away from her. She came up behind me hugging me for first time. I felt her. To begin with, at least for the moment, I wasn’t ready to trust him with a weapon even if his arm was back to being one-hundred percent. I just didn’t trust the guy. That meant having a chat with him about what his interests were, so I could at least have an idea of what sort of work he was interested in. As one might expect, that conversation proved interesting, to say the very least. It also proved to be a bit frustrating.At first I didn’t know how to take Gus. He was younger than me, and I. I thought some more. “What if youwant to quit?” I asked. “I don’t”.“But if you change your mind? He’ll drop you, won’t he?” “Oh, we canquit any time. He’s not mean–he wouldn’t drop me.” “Yeah, right.”“Well, I guess I don’t really know until I try, but, well, so far he hasbeen really good about, well, uh, making sure I’m feeling OK about it.”That got me thinking. After.