I stood facing the door and I felt him grip my arm. I don’t rememberif I turned around or if he turned me around, but he pulled my arm sohard t...at for an instant I thought he dislocated it.I like pain.He was kissing me hard. I closed my eyes and kissed back hard,letting my body press into his and I felt his hands tighten around mywrists which were now behind my back.I started to resist, but I quickly realized that if I did that hemight have let me go.I could barely breathe. I still. "I just didn't think you would rather talk to me than go out somewhere." Oh, Daddy," she cooed, meaning, you have your moments, old man, but don't expect me to make this a habit. Teens speak their own language. Nonetheless, I savored the moment. The older she got, the less frequent such moments were. It was not just my daughter, I knew, but the whole generation which seemed to speed through their youth with such speed we never know where the years have gone until it is too late."Go on. It was Amy.“Dude! Get naked or they’ll boot ya.” Robin said.I tore off my clothes and raced over to Amy.“I’m so glad to see you again, Amy. I’ve been looking for you for a while.”“I’m glad to see you, too, Will. I knew what stop you got on and off at and I was sure to be waiting there in case you got on.”“I’ve been getting on every week looking for you.”“Hmmmm. Could this be considered ‘stalking’?” she said with a chuckle.“Only if I was standing naked out side your house looking for. "Don't tear it," Laura giggled softly, helping her. "You're ahead of me."She unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet, while Yvette slid her blouse down her arms. They kissed again, this time not so wildly but more patiently, tenderly, feelingly, exploring and renewing their feelings with slow, aching passion.While they kissed, Laura gently skimmed the spaghetti straps of Yvette's slip off her shoulders, pulling the slip down so she could get her fingers on Yvette's bra.