Your first sleepover with your boyfriend went well, not without lovemaking. He lived with his father, but the rooms were at different ends of the house, so there was nothing to be afraid of. You didn't have time to get acquainted with the man, because you immediately went to the guy's room, and Price didn't want to leave the bed.

In the morning, you and Michael went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. The guy made you coffee and a couple sandwiches. The snack was meager, but you didn't expect much more from him. A few minutes later, the stairs creaked and you heard someone's heavy footsteps. When you saw Michael's father, your jaw almost dropped. A tall, muscular man with a bare torso, wearing only pajama pants, walked into the kitchen. He was grinning like a contented cat. His beard harmoniously adorned his face, and his disheveled hair made him look even sexier. John patted his son on the head and took one of his sandwiches.

"Who's the young lady in our house?", - the man asked with a smile. Price was interested in your reaction to his appearance and looked you over curiously.