Already last night, snug in her bed at the Minneapolis hotel that was hosting most of the seminars, she had told him when she called home to Duluth ho... right he had been."Excuse me, ma'am."Somewhere the short phrase had registered with her, but aware that she didn't know anyone in this city, she assumed the words weren't intended for her. There were three other teachers from her school district who were also attending the convention, but they hadn't accompanied her for lunch."Excuse me, ma'am.". I think he knew something was going on because he always gave me a nice smile. This was especially true one day while our gang was swimming at Thad’s lake, which was a private lake that was owned by the uncle of one of our friends. On that day we were all enjoying some swimming, kayaking and picnicking. Keith was wearing a blue Speedo that really showed him off nicely. While they weren’t Speedos, I wore a nice fitting Scuba Pro swim trunk that I felt showed what I wanted to show quite well.. Not without Otto's treatment." ***** I'm really not that stupid. Just sheltered and more than a little na�ve. Quite a shock with my coffee! To unexpectedly find out I'm the bastard son of a ruthless gazillionaire political candidate who doubtless ain't exactly overjoyed that I'm around. Fuck! We're riding in the 600 on our way to the fairgrounds with Jennifer driving with me next to her Gwen and Bailey in the back seat Gwen is dressed in very short cut off jeans with my dress shirt, this time. She was tipsy but not drunk.Back in the bedroom, she rummaged in a bag until she found a bottle of massage oil. "Do me a favour before you go?" she asked, "My lower back is really sore, I think the muscles are beginning to cramp up." Sure," I said, glad of the chance to stay a little longer. There was just enough room on the bed for her to lay face down with me knelt at her side with my feet hanging over the edge. She jumped when the cold oil drizzled onto her back but relaxed as I massaged it.