"It gets a little busy up here and some guests object to my uniformed presence," he informed her."I thought that maybe you didn't want to hang around ...ith me," she smiled with relief."Are you kidding? I'd stay up here all day with you, but someone would say something and we don't need that grief," he responded.She agreed and poured him a cup of coffee."I sometimes wish you started earlier. That way we could spend more time talking without being interrupted," he said after a long uncomfortable. It didn’t matter because I was massaging her breast the whole time and it would have been a distraction.After a good full minute I broke off the kiss but continued to fondle her breast.Yvonne said, “On our second date I’ll let you feel me through my panties.”I asked, “What happens on our third date?”Yvonne said, “You get the works! You can see me naked and best of all, I’m very submissive in the bedroom with a man. Anything goes and I do mean anything.”I just looked at her and she said,. Mum or Paul would often ask me to pop to the kitchen for something and I later realized that they were looking at my arse with my thong tight up my crack, for some reason I found that exciting, mum would do the same and I know I used to look at her arse too.Growing up I used to hate thunder storms and would jump into bet with Mum and Paul, often laying in the middle between them, it was a tight squeeze but made me feel safe and I used to lay on my side towards Mum and cuddle her to go to sleep. There were benches set up in a semi-circle around the fire and… a bear-skin rug? ‘I don’t remember any of this being here.’ He said, the structure he remembered was an empty crumbling heap on a cracked and warped foundation. This looked like fresh construction, ‘Who cares?’ she asked in his arms not bothering to look up or stop working on his neck, he reasoned it must have been recently renovated. In any case he had more important things to think about, like the beautiful girl in his arms.