"But, see, there's the matter of my pay," I said. "I've worked here for free for a couple of months now, and I need the bus fare to get home. I don't ...magine you can just catch a bus from here to Houston on a couple of bucks." We didn't exactly put you on the payroll, because you really weren't..." Mr. Rouse started to say when Mrs. Rouse jumped up and interrupted him."Come on, dear, we'll take care of that," she said, giving her husband a stern look, which he wisely took under advisement.Mrs.. I came up and hugged her from behind, she seamed to relax in my arms and I kissed the side of her neck.My hands wandered over her body, feeling her stomach and over the crotch of her jeans while her hand pushed between the two of us feeling my hard young cock. I undid her jeans button and zip then slid my hand inside feeling the lacy material of her knickers. Mum pushed her head back allowing me to kiss her neck while undoing my trousers, which fell to the ground.I eased her jeans off her waist. Nerves finally overtook him as he fumbled with his clothes, keenly aware that she was watching his every move. He let her see his naked body for the briefest second before turning to face his shelf with full alcohol bottles on."What would you like to drink? I have bottled lagers, cheap Rose wine, various whiskeys and cheap vodka." Greg spoke quickly reaching for his unopened bottle of Glennfiddich, deciding that this was a special occasion enough to warrant opening the bottle."I'll have what. ‘Finnish. Wait here.’ Then he’s gone and I’m looking at my friends to make sure that conversation wasn’t a hallucination. Em stares at me for a long moment before bursting out laughing, sending the glasses on the table bouncing. ‘I think your alcohol budget’s safe. Got a feeling I’ll be giving you 50 euros.’ I blush and punch her arm because she just said that Mr. Finland might take my v-card. *** Ten minutes later, I gulp down my second glass of water and stare at the man who’s made out.