What she had brought was a quart of cheappineapple-flavored soda, which turned out to be warm and flat. I openedit and took a long swallow. At least...it would wash down the food. Mystomach was already protesting from the uneasy mix of choices. And therewas so much more for me to consume."So," Zell asked my wife, "is Leslie any good for sex? I mean, being asissy and stuffing his face all the time?" Well, he's no good for regular sex. But food isn't the only thing heovereats. I got him. I just couldn't resist the temptation. Thankfully, after a few minutes he started flirting back. His comments on the hot tub while we were on the deck left little to the imagination, and I felt his eyes burning through my flimsy little dress. "Do you like the view?" I had asked, as I spread my arms with my back against the railing, my tits almost bursting out of the small tight dress as I thrust them forward for his viewing pleasure. "You betcha!" he'd responded, his eyes never leaving my. I've got no prospects, and it's hard to meet guys except for other skaters, and they're all either gay, taken, or Andrei Gravachkin-types. Ordinary guys are intimidated by me, because of who I am." I can see that. You'll meet someone, Liz, I promise." Well, I know I will, eventually. But that doesn't take care of my... well..." Itch?" Warren joked.Liz blushed. "Well... yeah. Dammit, Warren, it's too bad you're taken. I've heard stories about how good you are from Sophia, and I know you're not a. After that mom and dad went to their room, I went to Rajan’s room. I told him that I wanted to watch all the action, his room had an attached bathroom with mine, I opened it little and stayed there inside. I wished him luck and went inside. We waited for 1 hour, after that another hour. At 12:30am I heard a sound coming from my mom’s room, I thought she woke up for toilet or water. But soon her door opened and in few seconds a knock came on Rajan’s door.He opened the door and there was my mom.