Up until now Craig was unaware of my being only a few minutes from his house and I was in turmoil as to weather to text him and tell him I was here or...to just go to his house unannounced.I finally decided to go to his house.I walked down the road and there I was, standing in front of his house. I nearly turned and ran away countless times! But something was stopping me.Suddenly the door opened and there he was.God he was taller than I expected!He looked at me for a second (those eyes making me. Steve could feel his pants tighten, the swelling in his groin enough to be on display as always, the trouble of having an over nine inch cock. Even with such a massive birthright. His confidence was next to none. He was at this time only twenty four and only ever has had sex just the once. He hurt her, a tight young virgin, made her bleed and a trip to the hospital the next day was not ideal for his mental well being.He thought of all the dirty thing he would love to do to her. Lifting up her. Lauren found her bikini bottoms, pulled them on along with a short T-Shirt and wandered into the kitchen. She had a feeling, after glances between the cleaning staff the day before, that they wouldn't be coming that day. Or any day in the near future. She scratched, annoyed with the stickiness of her T-Shirt, the heat that had already built up in the kitchen, and the need to swim. It was seven-thirty. Even if the cleaners did arrive, there were not due for at least an hour. She tidied up. ....My Mum was a home seamstress, doing odd jobs altering and making peoples clothes. She was very skilled at making clothes fit "just right", and had a good steady clientele. Sandy wanted a skirt altered, so had organised to come over one weekend.Now, my dear old Mum's biggest fault, is that she can be easy going, and rarely closed the door to her sewing room fully.Sitting at our kitchen table, you could easily see all that was going on in there, not that I had needed to do so prior to this,.