We had been seeing one another for nearly a month since our initial meeting in the laundry room and still she was keeping it a secret from her mother ...ntil she felt the time was right. I had mentioned to friends that I was dating someone but still made excuses to avoid introducing her to them. I was not sure how they would react. To me Chelsea was a female. Caleb was an alter ego that ceased to exist, even for Chelsea it was a person she no longer recognized. Her mother insisted on calling her. When he came to have lunch, of course, along with my husband, I told him to stay back saying that I had some work for him. He blinked, but had no other way because my husband seconded me. Once we were alone, I asked him to sit beside me on the sofa. I produced him the letter. In no time his face went pale. Who’s it? I wanted to know, but he didn’t reveal. He never made her known. I liked that character of maintaining secrecy. Such men are the ones suitable for kalla-oal (clandestine-fuck).. “ I missed you too, very much. Your mom wouldn't let me visit.”“ I know.” I reached over brushed a few tears away from her beautiful face. We lay there, with her head on my chest, talking about her father, until I fell asleep. When I woke up, she was asleep, but she was holding my hard penis again, only this time she hadn't had to reach into my sweatpants since I wasn't wearing anything from the waist down. And I knew that she was naked under her tee-shirt. And not only had I seen her breasts,. Jesus what time is it?’ A quick glance at my Omega Divemaster told me it was 10.15. ‘Oh my God. I haven’t slept this late for years.’ Modesty prevented me from rolling out of my bedroll. Nevertheless, I desperately needed to take a piss. Stevie noticed my squirming and said, ‘I’ve got some coffee in a flask. You get yourself organized and I’ll meet you out on the deck.’ ‘I’ve got a deck?’ I mumbled stupidly. This earned me a laugh. ‘Out through the French doors in the library.’ I was none the.