He was not a loving father. One of my biggest secrets was that a lot of my money was given to him in order to fuel his d**g habit. It didn’t matte... if we waged war on a daily basis. On Sunday we functioned as antique junkie shopping partners. Almost each week he repeated the same lecture which was a variation of ‘you need to marry that boy.’ He was pissed when I told him he was dating angie. He told me point blank ‘you’ll get your turn.’ In some ways I already had. My daily ritual was. She put red transparent bra and tried to tie it from behind but failed to tie the hook as this was a new one. I could not stop myself and went in to the room. It was a surprise for me to hear her positive response instead of negative seeing me. She said “sam please tie my bra. I started to tie and my hands were shivering. I tried to tie and she came more close to me and her buts were touching my rock hard tool which made me hornier. I put my hands on her back and pressed gently. Then i kissed. The door to the bus opened and that was the first I noticed it had been closed in the first place. A very attractive girl wearing a blue skirt and white blouse stepped down. She was followed by a man about my age - well into middle age, that is - with a shit-eating grin on his face. As he placed both feet on the ground by the door the girl leaned forward and hugged him tightly then whispered into his ear. The man nodded, still grinning widely, and then meandered off to the door leading into the. I cupped one and massaged it through her top. We stared into each other's eyes. I think Brianna knew she was entering the point of no return. I fondled her breasts and moved my hand from one to the other as I lowered my head to kiss her again. We kissed for a few minutes then I sat up. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt as Brianna raised her arms and pulled it up over her head exposing her bra covered breasts. I could see Brianna suck in a breath, bite her lower lip, reach back and unhook her.