She had a small apartment in back of a large duplex she owned, but it was cute and she had a fire going. As she gave me a beer and I was quite excited... being eighteen I couldn’t drink yet, so this wasbig. The lights were dim and she put on some odd music and handed me a joint. That’s why I had gone over to see her son. The moment my beer was empty, she had another in my hand. After awhile I noticed her son was still not home, but said he would be there soon She had go to the kitchen for a beer. Never before had a gay man approached me and I was struggling with it. He took heart when he saw that I had not immediately erupted into an aggressive confrontational monster. He laughed and quickly explained that he was not gay, as I was probably thinking. I certainly was. Confused, I asked him to explain why he was coming onto me if he was not gay. Andy sat back and gave me a quizzical look, then he said that he could not deny that he did find me very attractive and that he just couldn’t help. "Hey, joining me in here ? I got it all nice and bubbly" uncle Mike said as he saw me going through the sliding door, "Yeah it's cold out today ! I wanna get toasty" I giggled and got into the jacuzzi, splashing him a little while he laughed with me."So, how is my little angel?" He asked me as I got acquainted next to him. "Well," I started. "I have been so bored here, nothing much to do really. Oh ! and I also got into playing the flute." he shook his head, listening to me and said "Flute is. My wife is out at the minute, most likely being fucked somewhere. I have her mobile number would you like to talk to her?" This was something that Omo wasn't expecting but he immediately answered in a positive reply. "Yes!"As he finished his call it dawned on him that he didn't know the woman's first name, he called her only as 'Mrs. Cook'. "I wonder what her first name is", he muttered to himself as he dialled the number her husband had given him. Mrs. Cook at that minute was slobbering over.