" Jordan ran and got the blanket and spread it on the couch beside her. "Look straight at Maxie and pat the blanket while you do it. That's her signal...that she's allowed up." Jordan did that and soon Maxie was snuggled up tight to Jordan's side.Jordan was quiet for a while then in a very quiet and sad sounding voice told me that she missed cuddling up with her dad. I didn't say anything and just let Jordan stay beside me. I'd turned the TV on and was watching some documentary when I notice that. I tried to pull away from her, but I found that I couldn't. Looking down, I was shocked to see our bodies merging together. I struggled to stop the process, but couldn't. As my face was pulled into her, the world turned black. I could still feel the spinning force she was generating, but sight and sound were gone from me.I'm not sure how long I was merged with her, but the return of sight and sound was sudden and forceful. I found myself spinning away from her and then falling to the ground. I. It was thin and silky and almost too stylish for a grocery store.The light reflected off the fabric and my eyes had immediately noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Her pert little tits, although not seen through the fabric, were clearly visible with the fabric clinging to her delightful body and provided the careful observer with a true picture of her A cup tits with pointy nipples. She had those small conical shaped breasts that I knew had no need of the support of a bra and seeing them. I really haven’t quite been able to tell a Texas accent yes by the many different voices. Once, two Minnesotan teachers taught at my school, and they did sound alike, but Texans are much more complicated. Especially since I expected a southern accent. None of the Houstonians I’ve met so far sound southern. ‘Okay.’ Reluctantly, I sit on the soggy bench. My sneakers are worn out from all the mud and washing I have been giving them lately. I am beginning to wonder why I even bother trying to keep.