My father moved slowly, as if he were a child at Christmas unwrapping a much anticipated gift, and I enjoyed that sensitivity. His hands were warm and...gentle, the way they'd always been for me as I was growing up. I loved him so much, both of my parents, and I was enjoying myself beyond any reasonable expectations.I lifted my arms for the man as he pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tugging at my ripe full breasts momentarily, and as the fleece was pulled over my head I could see my father's. As we walked over to the dining hall, I told her about Evie's phone call. I explained that she and Inez wanted to speak with me. Julia knew all about my history with Evie, but in spite of that, her reaction was immediate."I think you should meet up with them. Definitely." Are you sure you don't mind? I'm perfectly fine with calling her back and telling her no thanks." If it was just you and the girl you were involved with, it might make me a little nervous. But the two of them? No problem at. As traffic comes to a stop, he eases up next to you. You notice as he turns to take a look at you. “Only one look, I’m still in the clear”, you think to yourself. Reaching to change the radio station, your blouse opens a little, catching the eye of the driver. He looks over as you both make eye contact. A shot of anxiety rushes over you, knowing what has to happen next. You smile as he continues to stare; reaching dow,n you pull the sides of your blouse open as your dark nipples come into view.. This went on for several months during their college break, and then one day my son was at work (he did not go to college) I was out working in the flower beds around 4 PM in the afternoon when I heard a truck pull up into the driveway. I walked around the house to see who it was, it was Robert (my son’s 23 yr old black friend) and Mitch (his 24 yr old friend). As I picked up my tools they came in the gate and said hello. I said hello and then asked what they were doing. They said that they.