Then there was her history. Men used her, deceived her. She distrusted men, and I seemed too good to be true, and she gave in to her feelings of relie... that she had at last met a man she could trust. Then the bombshell back home that I was a philanderer and a liar, and was swilling around with a group of ‘tarts’ as her mother would have put it. No wonder she cut me off! She must have wondered how long it would be before I seduced her into some sort of sex slavery!In fact her response wasn’t. ”“Good. Dad is really helping keep things from spiraling out of control. Are you sure that he’ll let you stay home at Spring Break?”“Yeah, the Wicked Witch won’t like it, but Dad knows I don’t want to be around Jeff any more than you do. And he knows that you are following Mom’s rules about the house, so it should be OK. They let me stay with Vickie last year.”“Wicked Witch?” I chuckled.“I watched the Wizard of Oz. It just fit!” she giggled.“Careful you don’t use that where she or Dad could. This is all I need so I slide my hand up her blouse so that I can get a closer feel of her nice boob. MM it feels so nice but is still clad in a bra so I reach around and while pulling her close to me I undo her bra (OK really I do try and try and try - give me a break it has been a long time since I got the opportunity to undo a bra - not something I practice at home). Now with her bra loose I can reach under it and feel her nipple mm so very nice and hard. I move from slowly teasing it with. With it dangling there, I said to Debbie, "How about now?"She opened one eye a squint and turned her head towards me. She looked me in the eyes (eye to eyes....) and then looked downward until she was gazing at my dangling appendage. She didn't move for a few seconds and the reached out with one hand and took me into her grasp. She experimentally tugged at it as it began to swell and lengthen. Then she rolled onto her side and used her other hand to grasp the shaft. She was using both hands to.