" "Sure, I'll just shower, and come right over." "Nah man, you can shower at my house. "Sure," he said after a small pause. I smiled, knowing that ...his will be my opportunity. We talked mainly of football on the five minute walk, and when we reached my house, Mike snatched some clothing from his bag, and rushed to the bathroom. I waited till I heard the water running down loudly, and then opened the door slowly. The air was warm and misty, and I counted on the mist and the bathroom curtain. They proceeded in silence.Samson could tell by the setting sun that he had been walking for a very long time. He appreciated FarallonÕs longing for accommodations. They had not enjoyed a decent night of sleep for days. Even the red glow behind the windows of the whorehouses oozed a sense of cozy domesticity. The happy thought of a familiar face leaning out of a window and beckoning him to her bedroom played through his mind. Unfortunately, his disguise concealed his identity rather nicely.. He sat watching her wiggle out of the room. She came back in with the drinks and sat next to him. So tell me does he use the boat often? Before you and him last week he was using it about twice a month. Really? Yes I have to admit you are hot, thanks! The night I saw you, you looked awesome. Well a T shirt and cum soaked panties is a look, I guess? You had cum in your hair and on your chin too. Really? Yup! I admit it was giving me a hard-on. Well I took car of that problem for you. You sure. "A half an hour after the sun sets," he clarifies."Oh," That will give us some time to talk to Melville and Godiva." he reminds me.I had completely forgot that we were to have them for dinner. How were we going to do this? I am not up on my couples for a meal etiquette."I have nothing to wear," I look sadly down at the bathing sheet I swiped from the bathhouse. Again."You'll be fine," he comforts me with a pat on my shoulder.I just huff at him and stalk into the bedroom to put on my one outfit.