Both of them were awful to her, treated her like trash. Greg’s the only one that showed her any kindness _at all_. Amy knows he’s sweet on her, bu... he’s left her alone because he’s afraid to hurt her. She feels the same way about him.” “Okay, fair enough,” he said slowly. Greg was beside the point. There was a bigger issue at hand. Emotion boiling over inside him, he continued, “We need to discuss your father.” Jen’s naturally pale skin went a shade whiter with outrage, as the blood drained. Bunty seemed to be a bit nervous, was very quiet and did not eat much. As usual after eating I helped to clear the dishes from the table and helped my mom to wash and dry them. Bunty was amazed at this and said that in his home it was only his mom who did that sort of work.After we went to my room I explained to him that though he was a guest in our home we would expect him to help with some of the chores and to keep the house tidy and clean. I took a book and started to read, Bunty also picked. I felt a little thrill that he seemed to like what he had seen. Straightening up, I began to unbutton my blouse. I knew that if he looked closely he would be able to see the front of my panties under my blouse. Also, as I loosened the buttons, my cleavage was being revealed, my 34C breasts held in place by a white bra that was a matching accessory to my panties. I sneaked a look myself and saw his hand move surreptitiously over the front of his briefs. I wondered if I was the cause of some. Gentlemen to the last! One time we somehow managed to swap birds in the middle of the night, God knows how but it made for an interesting comparison conversation over breakfast in the morning.It was our usual routine, work all week, fuck all weekend and we were bloody good at it. But last Saturday I couldn't believe my luck and I shouldn't have either. We'd been chatting up these two girls from a hotel on the seafront a few miles away. They'd come over because they were bored with the local.