“Ya it is.” He replied with an English accent that made me weak in the knees. “Looked like a good run coming up the hill, but I have to admit it...kicked my arse.” As we spoke I Couldn’t help but notice his well-defined six pack, and his firm muscular pecks, flexing and releasing as with each breath he took they rose and fell.I asked if he wanted to come inside for a few moments and take a breather while I would get him a cool bottle of water. At first he seemed hesitant and looked around but. "I searched her face, and while it looked vaguely familiar somehow, I had no idea who she might be. But she'd gotten my name right (though nobody called me "Mr. Thomas" - everyone just called me George)."Hi," I responded, smiling and trying not to sound as clueless as I felt."You probably don't remember me," she said as she followed me into the store. "I haven't seen you since 6th Grade. Mr. Barton's class, the year after your son had him? I was the 'mayor'."Ah, yes. Mr. Barton, a great. I was back downstairs when the children came home from their outing, telling me all about the movies they saw and the other kids they knew who were there.Matt came down and was asking them questions about it all as I looked at him, now as a man rather than as a boy as I had previously. Seeing him naked was an eye opener for sure. I just couldn't get the image out of my mind and really didn't want to especially, either.I looked up at one point and he was staring at me, his face bright with a big. Cat took a big swig of hers.‘So where were we?’ smiled Cat. ‘Ah yes. I was about to kiss you.’Again I froze in fright. My heart almost stopped as she leaned in and kissed my lips. So soft, so tender, her tongue danced inside my mouth and her lips wandered around mine. Her hand cupped my cheek as we went.She released my face and sat back. Looking straight into my eyes. I was lost, captivated. I was hers‘Are you ok?’ she asked? Her voice was soft and tender.I managed a nod.‘More’ is all I.