I took an involuntary step backwards and let out a little ‘Oh’ of surprise.“What are you doing in my daughter’s room, young man?” she asked,...an imperious, haughty tone in her voice.“I’m sorry,” I replied, “but actually, I’m in my room, I checked in earlier.”“We’ll see about that, you may as well start packing your things,” she said, and marched back into the room, slamming the door in my face.I just shrugged and took a seat on one of the sofas.Five minutes later, she re-emerged from the bedroom. As my wife lay there on the table bottomless the young woman went to her head and started to massage her forehead and her temples in an effort to relax her. Then the young woman came to her side and ‘accidentally’ brushed her hand over my wife’s breast as she passed over it. She could feel that nipple tensing up and she could see the younger woman staring at it.The young woman then said, “My but you have great nipples for a woman your age. Even for a woman my age.”My wife looked at the young. My plan was rejected because the last thing he wanted his neighbors to see was a slightly built young man going into his home. The truth be told, I was 17 but looked 15. I am 5’6” 120 pounds with a slight build. My suggestion was for him to drive back to his house and drop me off on the block behind his house. I then would give him time to get back to his house and unlock the back door. Once I thought he made it back to his house I would cut through the property and walk into the door leading. When he returned she was happy to be the loving wife of a successful IT specialist who, she was sure, would, one day, make a fortune to rival Gates'. She was also less security conscious.As Gina prepared supper, Trevor played chess at the other end of the big, solid, kitchen table with the sixteen year old step-daughter of his Uncle Gus' second marriage known as 'Kipper'. She was a sort of cousin who had, said Gina, a teenage crush on her handsome and athletic husband. Kipper was a frequent.