She had even done her makeup and hair and had donned high heels. I rose from the couch and met her as she approached. In a flash, we had our arms wrap...ed around each other as our lips meshed and tounges touched.When the kiss ended she led me to the two chairs that were next to the ping-pong table where we commenced to kiss again. As our tongues explored each other's mouths I could feel her slender fingers draw down the zipper of my jeans and then gently rub the bulge of my throbbing erection. I very slowly pressed them. They bounce back with great force. (First time I had felt those cups in my hand). Only kurtha and bra was between my hands and the skin of her boobs. Then I pushed back my hand and put saliva on my finger. I calmly put the finger on her neck and let it slowly move between her boobs through the opening of her kurtha from top. As my finger was entering between the boobs I could feel hotness and smooth touch of her boobs. She suddenly changed her position so I had to. And what I do now will make all the difference in her life and mine. “I’m so sorry he left you Rachel. But, I’m not your dad. I’m not going anywhere. I have feelings you because of who you are, not what you are. I admit I am a bit shocked at what you just told me. But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you,” I said as I held her hand. She slid across the couch into my arms and hugged me tighter than I’ve ever been hugged before. “Thank you, Michael for being so understanding,” she. I made up for that after I fell asleep by having two wet dreams, both involving the object of my dreams sleeping under blankets and a light coat of oil in the next room. After the second I decided it was too late to go back to sleep, so I arose, cleaned up, and quietly made my way downstairs for coffee.As I reached the bottom of the staircase, the front door burst open. Cheryl exploded into the house and slammed the door behind her, leaning back against it and gasping like she'd set a new time.