'Molly grabbed my hand and slowly went to her breasts, they felt so good in my hands, I squeezed them, so lightly - Molly was moaning in her pleasure....Wow Sean...'We kissed some more, until Molly stopped me, holding her hand to my chest.'What's wrong?'Molly gave the sexiest smile, and rolled her hand down to my semi-erected cock, I would say something, slighty embarrassed, but Molly was enjoying it as much as I was.'Well, Sean, you got anymore?'I grinned 'do I need more?''No, you got. Release me NOW!” There was a hitch and a hop, and I was lying in bed again, and I was about to pee all over myself. I rushed to the bathroom, and when I got out, I headed for the computer.This time, I got, “Tom Brady is the best quarterback in the NFL!” Okay! Jimmy was a huge fan of the New England Patriots, so I knew that this had come from him. I was not a big sports fan, and I would not have thought of that comment on my own.I was so excited that I ran to Jimmy’s room and burst in. He was. My brain just started working on some basic motor function, so I just lifted my hand . . . and waved. Almost all at once the younger girls stood from their chairs and ran up to me, but stopped at a distance of about ten feet when the adult women in the cafeteria told them to settle down. They were obviously excited, and yet nervous about me. I can only imagine what was going on in their minds. Dr. Weller spoke to the group of women and young girls in a clear voice, ‘Yes! Yes! Everyone calm. Iremember that both of you emigrated from Poland twenty years ago hopingto find a new life in America." I know that you worked as a chef and dad was a mechanic. Yes, Iremember you telling me that the Greenfield family offered to sponsorthe two of you and paid all your expenses. I know you had been offeredjobs working for the family as servants. And yes, I remember how excitedyou both were."Mom still had a pretty look about her. She was in her early forties anddad was a few years older. Mom.