In fact, Morgan and I did have a conversation shortly after our initial sexual session, in which I brought up our age difference.Morgan: "What about t...e difference?"Me: "I'm only eighteen."Morgan: There's not that big a difference between us."Me: "Oh, come on, you must think I'm too young for you. What was I thinking? I mean, a beautiful woman like you fooling around with a kid like me, maybe one time, but seriously--a relationship?"Morgan: "But you're not that young, and--and you're years. Please remember that Esme is French and speaks with a wonderfully sexy accent, which I could never type without it having a slightly comedic Inspector Clousseau edge, so please imagine Esme's sexy french voice in this story.Esme was still in the pool, swimming hard, and I watched her swimming, with her bum showing out of the water as she did her turns. I watched her breasts and hard nipples as she did more backstroke for a while before she came and sat next to me at the patio table. Esme took a. She sat down on the couch and was barely able to sit up. I had the TV on but wasn’t watching it……I was watching “Jean”. She was sitting with her legs open and I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. I was getting a good view of her hairy pussy and my cock was getting harder and harder. After a few minutes she was slowly leaning further and further over until she was laying down, legs open and her shirt up around her hips. I eased my cock out of my shorts and started slowly stroking it. “Jean”. When we got there I saw Ashley open the door. She looked really excited.I set one foot outside the car then looked back and asked, “How long am I expected to stay here? When will I get to see...”Suki rolled her eyes, “You’re here at least until graduation. You’ll have to talk to with them if you want to stay any longer. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they kick you out soon after graduation. You may just be a bad influence on their daughter and young son. Oh and speaking of Carl, tell him I said.