Recommend Blogs: ROUND AND BROWN push past him. Then remembering that I am only wearing the blush of embarrassment I ask him if he could get me a towel. Without missing a beat he tosses me his. I start to feel a little wet in the only place on my body that had been dry moments before. I take the towel and decide to play along with him. I wrap my long wet blonde hair instead of my body. He laughs. I ask him where Old man Martin is. He explains that Old Man Martin is in fact his Old Man. Oops. He doesn't seem to be angry at me for the comment. He is too busy smiling down at my naked body. He offers me a drink and of course I accept. I follow him to the kitchen where he offers me a cup of hot tea. I reluctantly bring the conversation back to what brought me here and ask him if he has the master key to my apartment. I am so enjoying this visit with the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on that I almost hope for an answer of no. I win. The answer is no. We would have to wait for his father to get home.
