On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walkedinto my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for meto give my grand...a a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me,so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a littleand kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed mybottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this wasmy grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were. But it was no use, he merely reached out and grabbed a tit. She watched in horror as his muscular hand began to mash her flesh hard through her thin blouse. She raised both her hands to stop him but they seemed to be pushing against wood. She whimpered as her tender glands were crushed beyond anything her boyfriend had ever done to her, her tit literally appearing like a sponge under his cruel attention.His other hand pulled her close, forcing her lips to make contact with the abominable. " Catherine replied."Do not refer to me in that term while we are in private. I find it unnecessary, and unwanted. I require a confidant Catherine. I need someone to speak my mind to and to be my companion in more ways than one. The other women in my life have a personal stake in this. You on the other hand have no family or personal hatred against the other sides in the coming war. In truth Catherine I too have watched you as well. I already knew your name before we met, but I must admit I. And you dare to tell me ‘enough’ when I’m paddling you?” She couldn’t stand to look at him, had to look down at his shoes, embarrassed and ashamed. “Tell me what’s going on with you. What’s really going on.” She closed her eyes, trying to figure it out herself. “I…I’m not sure. It just felt like you were so far away. One of us is either always at work or asleep. I don’t know.”“There’s more. Tell me.”She thought about it, searched for it. She’d felt like she was losing him. She.