All I can think of is how lucky I am to have you in my life. I slowly walk towards you, our eyes locked in an intimacy that makes it hard for me to br...athe, and I kiss you gently on the lips. They are so soft and full of colour. Your hand runs through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. I bring my hands up to the hem of your dress, and start lifting it up. Letting my fingers trace gently, over your body as I go. I pull back from kissing you just long enough to pull it over your head. As it. I went to my room and stripped. Dad lived on the third floor of a nice apartment complex. Being so high up I never thought of closing the blinds. This day was no exception. I popped in the disc and laid on my bed by the window. I would stroke it to the verge of cumming, then hold off. I loved the feeling just before cumming. I lasted a good hour and a half before shooting a load up and on to my stomach and chest. I lay stroking till my dick went limp. Just before dad came home I cleaned up and. John and Suzanne asked pointed questions, like they wanted to help me disregard Cynthia's accusations about me wanting to uncover Sandra Lynch, one of the building owners.I didn't have any difficulty talking about the building. Wanda had done a good job of compiling the figures. I kept warning my audience that much of what I was saying was speculative. "It will take a trip to uncover the facts," I said, chuckling to myself.Edith Rowell, who may have been remembering the time I saw her naked,. ‘Ready.’ I gave it one more shot. ‘You know where we’ll be. Enjoy your vacation.’ She didn’t say a word as we drove away. For the first hour or so Amy was quiet, but the farther South we got the livelier she became. She even let me drive her car for the first time, making me promise to tell no one. It was a twelve hour trip to the island. After we settled in Amy insisted we walk on the beach. The moon was full, and she waded out into the surf. I could tell she was crying but said nothing, I.