“And this is my father Angus Kerr” Terry announced.Angus Kerr was tall, nearly as tall as himself Robert realised, with broad shoulders that indic...ted a muscular frame. He had bright ginger hair mixed with the grey and the ruddy complexion of a man used to the outdoor life. His face was broad with light green eyes above a nose that looked as if it had been broken in his past life.“Pleased to meet you Robert” he said giving Robert a firm handshake.“And this is my elder sister Marge.” Terry. He had these waves in his dark chestnut hair I thought a time or two about wanting to run my fingers through. We talked for hours and found things that we were really into immediately – red wines from California, the same favorite players on our hometown baseball team, an equal talent for impromptu and hilarious color commentary over the people watching we did from the sidewalk café. One drink turned into three, and as the drinks kept coming, his fingers went from just touching mine to wrapping. ”The sudden realisation that she really was an adult now hit hard. The little girl that I helped to walk, taught to ride a bike, paid for her driving lessons and bought the first car for her was no longer a child but a woman now.“Are you okay Dad?”I got a grip of my emotions. “Yes... yes I’m fine,” I answered. “It’s just come as a bit of a shock that’s all. So what’s he like then?”She explained that he held a dual nationality as British and American. Born of American parents working in the UK.. In next second, we were side by side on her bed. I rested one hand on her hip, feeling her skin. She looked into my eyes.I will be as kind as you want me to be, I said and kissed her gently.this time her lips parted and her tongue slid into my mouth and for a while, we just lay there our tongues met each other.After a few minutes, I moved my hand from her hip up to the side of her breast, and then pressed her right boob.Teasing around the nipple without actually touching it. The pressure of her.