She was ashamed, and embarrassed, and it made him more bold. He brushed the top of her thigh. She didn’t stop him. ?So, are you gonna tell m... what you’re doing out here dressed like a common slut??She looked up at him. His eyes fell to her tiny black tank top, hard little nipples staring back at him through the thin material.?God, how old are you?? He gasped, his eyes never leaving the tiniest tits he’s ever seen. ?Nine-nine teen.? she stuttered.Mmmm?he thought, his hand. He knows who he is!)When Robert and Melinda decided to get married, they did so based on one very unique and unusual condition---which was that though they would be 'married', any future offspring would not be based on Robert being the father; and would entail another man's agency, instead!To family and friends, this seemed a very strange agreement, but to Robert (in particular) it made perfect sense! So he and Melinda were married, but they sought out a very different venue from the standard. Wow, you must be in good shape then. I pulled up my shirt and showed him my chest and stomach. Looking, Bill asked can I touch your stomach. I thought it was weird, but said OK. His hand was soft and smooth. He slid across my stomach, then up my chest. I started getting a strange feeling as he moved his hand over my chest and circled my right nipple. Moving down slowly he stopped at my waist. Resting his hand on my leg for a few minutes he asked if he could ask a personal question. Not thinking. He is afraid right now to even touch Emma, he is not sure what is going on. Her explanation about being sick causing her red eyes made sense considering how much of the scotch she drank, and why did she drink that much? But he was sure that was all of it.Shortly after they reached the living room, Donald sitting on the couch next to Emma, Connie comes in dressed again and seems ready to leave. Which would not be soon enough for Emma. She bid her farewells and leans to kiss Emma, but Emma.