His hand that was still on my hip, moved back until he was caressing my ass cheek. He leaned in again and asked "Do you want me to continue or do you ...ant me to stop?" Unable to find my voice, I just nodded and pressed into his hand. He turned so that his front was against my back and I could feel the heat of his body. He reached lower until he found the hemline of my skirt. His hand against my bare skin was like fire. He moved closer to my dampening panties. He pulled them aside and dipped his. Later that day I went, with Bruiser, to the local supermarket. I left him in the car as I went to collect my shopping. Whilst at the check-out I bumped into Angela. “We meet again” I said “ But not with quite the same greeting as this morning” I continued, referring to Bruiser’s greeting. Angela smiled that smile again, her eyes shone as she replied “No and where is that rather friendly dog of yours?” “Oh I’ve left him in the car” I informed her “I can’t have him greeting every woman he meets. She was always pleasant to me, despite being really close to her dad. Although she is not my blood daughter, I love her like she was my own. I picked her up at school after her cheerleader practices and also drive her and her friends to the mall on the weekends. Despite our relationship, I find myself glancing at her developing body more and more as her chest begins to develop and her cute little body seems to be developing just fine. Besides her body she is a pretty girl who looks like a. I decided to remain silent and see how he saw it from his viewpoint. He adopted a slightly defensive approach, “Come on, love, I know that you enjoyed it. I saw the way he was feeling you up on the dance floor, and I wanted you to have a good time,” he chuckled, stroking one of my breasts. I decided to postpone my analysis until the morning, and smiled at him, “Yes it was good… but you might have… you know… consulted me about it.” “Fair enough,” he grinned. “I’ll tell you what… we can discuss.