While the lights in the room were off, the light coming in from the streetlamp proved adequate.“What are you doing?” “Get back in your own bed!�...� “Stop it!” While his mom was trying to whisper, being so close allowed Jeff to hear everything.Jeff’s mom wasn’t alone in her bed. Another teenager, a boy named Scott, whom Jeff barely knew until a couple of days ago, was now in his mom’s bed and he clearly was trying to mount her.Now Jeff could have jumped out of bed, turned on the lights, and tried. You will be alone for the weekend but I'm sure you will get by." Sure, I'll make it." I had no doubt about that and I thought the time alone would be pretty nice as I needed to get a couple of presents wrapped and I wanted to buy a special gift for Nina.Rita spoke and reminded me, "Frank and Donna are leaving early this morning for their visit so you have the chores all by yourself." She was grinning because she knew I hated it when Ben wasn't around. I didn't mind so much helping but I hated. “Thirsty?”“Yes, that’s why we came in,” replied the girl. Actually, she was a young woman in her early twenties. She was of Asian extract, with dark black hair and almond shaped eyes. She was small and slim, with the cutest and perkiest little tits and a racing stripe patch of pussy hair. She spoke with a real California Valley Girl accent. Her partner was slim and pleasantly muscled. Both were totally naked, a very dark tan except for white bikini lines, him included.“What would you. I shall miss him. Peter rang with flight details. Said goodbye to university for the next 2 months. Friday 3rd January 2003. Heathrow Airport, London, England. Arrived in good time for once to meet Peter off the Frankfurt flight. Peter was his usual self. He looked good. Fit and lean. I met Bebe. She was tall, muscular, and pretty. I could have fancied her myself, but instead, I took an instant dislike to her. Her body language said she was already making a play for Peter. She constantly spoke.