She felt his hand and his fingers entwine with hers and looked over to him, staring into his face. As they stood there, leaning against the bench secr...tly holding hands, he kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth and pressing his lips softly against hers. She felt his hand move up her top and caress her breast, rubbing and pinching her nipples. He moved his hand up her skirt, moving it up her thigh and to her panties. She felt her body quiver and slightly gasped as he put his fingers. During the slow dances Brad almost always got an erection which I could feel pushing against me. I should have been insulted, I know, but I didn’t really mind because I imagined that it was Mr. White’s erection that I was feeling getting larger and larger against my pussy and up my tummy. In fact, I even pressed closer against Brad. But when he took my hand and tried to put it on his erection I jerked it away and left him standing there on the dance floor as I walked, maybe stalked would be the. I took Gretchen into my bedroom and threw her onto my bed.Gretchen said, “What has gotten into you I came here expecting to have sex but you don’t have to treat me that way. It isn’t as we if we haven’t had sex before.”I apologized to her and told her that Lucy just made me so mad that I didn’t know what to do.Gretchen said, “She wanted to be a whore…treat her like one…just like you have been. Hell, invite some of the boys over to fuck her. She let Billy Bob Jackson fuck her when she was only. Talking to you last night made all the difference. You have a way of directing my thinking. Before I called you, my thoughts were all over the map. I thought about what you said about a child being potential. I ran that through my mind as I fell asleep. When I woke up, everything seemed clear." Good," he replied. "Good-good. You said today was your day off. Are you off every Friday?" No -- my schedule changes from week-to-week; both the days and the hours. This week I'm off Friday and Saturday.