Mary gets Adam and Seth to help test the couch.

Instead of a suit, Mr. Adam Freeman is wearing jeans and a work shirt, and so is his son Seth. Adam has a ball cap on his head with his company name on it. While Brian waits in the house, you end helping Adam guide the delivery truck up your driveway, making big gestures so he doesn't go off the pavement.

"Thank you, Mrs. Forbes," Adam says.

"Oh, call me Mary," you insist.

He smiles, broad and genuine. "Thank you, Mary. I thought the medium truck would have no problem with your driveway. Back when I drove the propane truck, I didn't have any trouble. But the cab is tighter, so everything is harder. More difficult, I should say."

"I'm sure it's harder, with your height and all," you say. "And this is Seth?" You can see his father's features and build, a little less filled out, a little rounder in the cheeks yet.

"Yes ma'am," Adam's son answers. "All set, dad?"

"Let's go, son," Adam says.

Up goes the gate, out goes the loading ramp, and the two of them carry the couch frame out of the truck. The cushions are wrapped up separately. There's more furniture in the truck, so Adam and Seth probably have a couple more deliveries.

It ends up being a bit of a chore, since the legs won't fit through the front door, so Adam and Seth have to get out the toolkit and take out the retaining screws. You hover close, nodding, making little approving noises, and touching a little. Adam notices and seems flattered, laughing a bit. You can see a shape in the front of his jeans that must absolutely be his wiener waking up and raising its head. Seth doesn't seem to notice.

Once the couch is inside, Adam and Seth put the legs back on. It's an awkward operation with a long, hefty screw for each leg. Seth has to sweat it a little when he has trouble getting it threaded. Adam finishes reattaching three legs by the time Seth finishes one.

"Sorry dad, It just wasn't working, I couldn't get the angle."

You can see the frustration on the young man's face, and hear it in his voice.

"All that matters is it's all together," you say.

"Let's put it on its feet," Adam tells Seth.

You help out on the young man's side. Back on its feet, it's steady and level.

"Thank you, Mrs. Forbes, ma'am," Seth says.

"Happy you could be here to help deliver," you say.

"I like helping my dad," Seth says.

"Go get the cushions, then you can have a break," Adam says. He takes off his ball cap, rubs his smooth brown scalp, and tilts his head. "You'll want to make sure it's comfortable, of course?"

"Yessir, Mr. Freeman. Adam." You reach out and take his hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm glad you could make the delivery so soon. I hope you're not in a hurry to get going. Maybe you can help me test it out for the first time. You and Seth."

Adam laughs. "I would think the first test would be for you and Brian, would it not? You had said you broke your old one. Forgive me if I misunderstand."

You squeeze his hand again. "You understand me very well, Adam. I got the same kind as my friend Mandy because it's been put to the same use and it's never so much as wobbled, and it's still comfortable for sleeping over. My old one, well, it used to be fine, but I had an overnight guest sleeping over, and a little moving too hard the wrong way and it just fell apart."

Adam looks over to Brian, who's leaning against the side of the kitchen doorway, hanging on to his cane in case he has to do any longer walking.

"Is that right, Brian?" he asks.

"Yes, Adam, I'd be much obliged if you, maybe you and Seth could help Mary give her new couch a little shakedown," your honeybear says. He rubs his clean-shaven cheek. He's not sure if he's ready to grow his beard back, or if he's going to wait for his next long-haul trip.

"What did you have in mind?" Adam asks.

"Well, y'know, to be perfectly clear," Brian says. "Mary's overnight guest was a lover, with my full knowledge and blessing while I was still in the hospital, and that's how the couch got broken. If it stands up to that, we know it's all good once I'm back in shape. So I was hoping you and Seth could help Mary give it a go. With my leg, I can't do more than supervise."

"Is that right, Mary?"

You lift your other hand and with both hands, guide Adam's big warm hand to your bosom. "That's right. I'd be pleased if you could help."

He closes his hand ever so gently, so slightly, then pulls it back.

"Let me talk with Seth," he says.

It's not a long talk.

"This is for real?" Seth asks.

You and Brian nod and testify to the truth of that.

"Can I shower first?" he asks. "And, um?" He rubs his jaw. There's a little scritch.

"Hospital sent me home with a bunch of disposable shavers," Brian says.

"And we've got plenty of towels," you add. "Let me pick you out one."

GET FUCKED: 7 for Adam

When you get fucked, roll+hard: 7+0 = 7.
On a 7-9, choose 2.
/You take it in your ass. / You cum. /He doesn't cum. /Take +1 forward. / He's hard again already (choose only if he cums).