Look at me." Ichallenged him, "No! Seriously, really look atme. Do I look like a man by any stretch of theimagination?"He looked at me long and hard. ...That's exactlyit. You look nothing like a man at all. A realman wouldn't be caught dead looking and actinglike you are."I paused and let the words be heard. I simplynodded and softly said, "My point exactly."His shoulders fell a little and suddenly Irealised that my father looked old. I mean yes,I knew he was nearly sixty, but you never thinkof. I am not kidding when I say that she could stop traffic. A bit heavier than I typically would look at, regardless of her age, but being an "older" married guy, I had always looked at girls that would walk by or possibly catch my eye. And believe me, she caught my eye.At sixteen, probably about five foot six inches, about one hundred fifty to one hundred fifty five pounds, and although I am typically into looking at girls in the one hundred fifteen to one hundred twenty five pound size, I could. It felt as if a current shot from my nipple straight to my groin. The dreamy kisses continued as he slipped his fingertips through the gaps between the buttons on my blouse."Umm," I moaned at the feel of his fingertips on my skin.Next I felt a button pop and his hand slip inside my blouse and under my bra. 'Oh my God, ' I thought as he plucked my left nipple between his first two fingers. My normally puffy aureola puckered as I felt a sudden gush between my legs. I was in heaven. I could not. It's a no win situation." Then we'll just have to find a way," Vicky insisted, "that gives us a winning situation."We talked some more and drank some more and then headed back down to the mobiles for the night. We didn't have sex. It was too cold in the barn to get up to anything and I wasn't really in the mood. Before parting we both promised each other to think about what we needed to do to convince the family to let us go down into the valley. Then we went our separate ways.It was Lizzy who.