She noticed me staring at them and adjusted herself and continued her work. I had to wank off else my mind would remain fixed. From that onwards I wou...d always stare at her. I would wait for her to come and work in our home.I would stare at her breasts, ass, folds on her stomach with so much lust that she would not it evidentatly. I finished my junior college, got good grades and joined a college for higher education. As time progressed, I started to touch her ass in a very non sexual way.It is. Becca couldn’t help but feel an exited tingle as Gwen slipped it on: which fit her slender frame perfectly. The colour went well with her dark hair and hazel eyes and showed off her amazing cleavage. She looked ravishing.“It’s awesome, you look really good in it,” Becca told her, trying hard to not stare. Becca had already picked out my dress; a light blue blouse and jeans. She didn’t feel like wearing a dress; not tonight. She wiped her blonde hair from her eyes and sneered at her reflection:. "I made for the next exit.She said "What are you doing?" Heading for a gas station so you can take off your panty hose"She said, "I can take them off while you are driving" Well it will be very distracting"She told me, "Well if you are going to watch, you better get in the slow lane. Get behind a slow moving truck."I flipped on the signal and got behind a large slow moving truck.She pulled her skirt up and used her thumbs to hook her panty hose. She tried to keep her skirt down and work off her. I was there to take her in.Again, she sought my comfort. Again it was freely given. I was not one to begrudge the gift I had. I could often heal, but not always. I tried and tried with Katze but she never accepted the care of my phallus. She was too locked into her pattern of hurting and forgiveness, and then again the hurting and the forgiveness. It ran through her mind and heart like a snake through the deep sward of a woodland glade.Let this healing pass me,I'm not worth the trying.Never.