This time I had touched her such that I felt her back quite well by this.I enjoyed her back as well as let her know that am touching her on purpose. S...e did not react strangely. Now I decided to feel her continuously. I put my hands such that my hands just touched her back slightly but continuously. She did not move she did not disturb her boy friend. I considered it as kind of +ve sign.Now I slowly started to inch my palms so that I could feel more and more of her body. I started grabbing her. Her breasts were heaving in time with her panting breath and she was guiding my head with her hands indicating to me that she definitely didn't mind my continuing and I knew there would be no resistance to my removing her panties.After I slid her nice new panties down her legs and encouraged her to step clear of them, I half pushed, half lowered Mom into the armchair and lifted each of her legs and rested it over the armrests and when I slid her backside closer to the front edge of the chair. And here he was on a Mexican beach holding her hand and looking at the moon. If he didn’t know better, he would think that this was just a romantic scene written for a movie. He didn’t know what was going through her mind but he wasn’t about to break the ambiance. Without looking at him, ‘I’ve always thought that you were a good student and I’m glad to see that you’ve become successful. It makes me very happy that I’ve run into you here. We are away from the city, the school and all the ‘stuff’. Gulping down the contents of his glass and then setting it down on the table, Jacob filled it once again. He pressed the framed photograph against his chest and closed his eyes tightly, squeezing out the tears that were welling up in them. His marriage was a failure. His son loathed him. But losing Sarah cut him to his core. When she turned away from him it was as if his heart had been ripped, still beating, from his chest. For a long moment Jacob sat there weeping. What did I do to deserve.