Gemma and Lucy were both eighteen-years-old, and both enjoyed running the sessions which, they knew, were always going to be made up mainly of men and...women Dale and George’s age, so in their sixties, with a sprinkling of others who were younger, happily including some teenagers. When alone, Gemma and Lucy often discussed between themselves how trying it could sometimes be dealing particularly with the granny and grandpa aged attendees, but also discussed how it had become rather less stressful. The first was the weather warmed up.I don't know how many bikinis this little girl owned, but she always seemed to be wearing one. Plus, she would lay out on her little patio in clear view of my bedroom and balcony. If I paused after catching sight of her, she would wave her hand slightly to let me know I was busted again. Once in a while, I would see her swimming in the pool much to the delight of most of the other men in the complex.But that wasn't the worst thing. I found out her name was. "Thirty minutes later, I was in Britain trying desperately to help kill the Ettin that was lurking outside the gate. Beside me was one of my best buddies, Lord Xavier. I'd met him in my first week of playing nearly two years ago and we'd helped each other out with things in game and in life. He told me all about his football team and how he was sorry that he'd disappointed his dad when he'd told his old man that he loved football and hated baseball with a passion. His old man was a baseball. Once back in, I went into the main living room and sat on the settee. The house was stone quiet. I could hear nothing or could I? I slowly got up and crept to the bottom of the stairs and listened. Yes, I could definitely hear something. As quietly as I could, I stepped up the stairs. There, I could hear something coming from the spare bedroom. As quiet as a mouse, I crept up and listened at the bedroom door, and to an orgy of groans and the bed protesting at the humping my brother-in-law was.