She put her hand on my shoulder reassuringly and took my glass, waiting until I’d got my breath back.“Let’s get this wet shirt off, shall we? Th...re’s no need for it here. The garden’s not the reason I asked you to come over, Steve. I need some help with something else.”I looked at her, still with no idea what she wanted and waited for her to continue.“You and Toby are the same age, you’re both boys…”She paused and sipped her wine.“Do you mind if I speak to you about private things?”“I don’t. " Yes it is, but I carved out my little slice of paradise and I'm keeping it at all costs. Jessica it's nice to meet you I'm sure Frank has told you about me, what little he knows anyway." He has told me about his dreams, well some of them anyway," she said.I looked at Frank; he said, "I haven't told her about 'IT', just about my dream in general, I needed to be sure first." I understand, let me introduce you to your proof. Kristy please show yourself." I said and Kristy appeared on the. " He made a fist of his right hand, then held it up to his eye, looking at me through it like a telescope. "Ah, found her you did! Your girlfriend, mmm, she is so-o tight." He moved his fist from his face and stared at it. "But she's kinda tiny. And pretty damn ugly. Doesn't have much to say, but maybe that's a good thing, though lemme tell you something else... "Fortunately he didn't get the chance. The door opened and Wayne walked in. The Boss Man. King of the Warehouse, as he didn't care to. My cock was hard, and though I had not played with it as I watched, I had had to adjust it."Hey, baby! Fancy doing it for real?"It was Ann at the door. I had not noticed her going, but now she stood in the doorway wearing very little – a black lacy minimalist push-up bra, black lacy see-through boy-shorts showing all she had on offer, and black fishnet stockings with lacy tops. Her hair was down. She was a walking wet dream, and she was inviting me to have sex. What could I do?I'll tell you.