He looked as if he was old enough to be in college, plus he was dressed about a preppie as you could get. He was wearing madras shorts with a matching... solid polo shirt. His sockless feet were clad in a pair of deck shoes. "Please, call me Freddie," the young man said as he stuck out his hand. "Hi, Freddie," said Helen, taking his hand. He didn't so much shake her hand as give it a couple of gentle squeezes. He had his father's good looks minus the excess weight. She could tell from his. I ran my hand through my hair. "I don't know, I guess I'll just find a seat..."Yvonne was shaking her head. "No, no, that won't do." Yvette was nodding, agreeing with her sister. "You can stay with us. We have enough room." "It might be a bit snug, though." Yvonne winked. "I don't think Eric will mind," Yvette added. Together they looked at me and asked, "Would you?" Um," I said, smoothly. Also: "Huh?"Yvette took my left hand, Yvonne my right. "I think he's shy," Yvonne said. "He just needs a. Each time try hold the water in for as long as you can."It was very erotic and intimate - while he was doing it he fondled my cock which was so hard I was hardly aware of my busting bladder. The times I was sitting on the toilet he kneeled down and we kissed while he played with my cock - I was too excited to feel embarrassed. While we were doing it we didn't talk much - he said how hot I was and we touched each others bodies a lot. He asked me if Amy was on the pill - I said not. He grinned;"I. So many opportunities waiting. As fate would have it, one of those opportunities presented itself to me one sunny afternoon.I pulled in the driveway to see my stepdad’s car there. He usually wasn’t home until late in the evening, so it was a bit odd. The house was quiet when I walked in so I figured he must have come home sick and was napping or something. I walked down the hall towards his room, and I could hear noise, like the TV on. Sure enough, when I got closer, it was the TV and it.