Before the accident, I loved you as a sister. Now I love you as a woman grown. Yes, I will probably move back to my apartment, but that doesn't mean I...am going to neglect you, or even forget about you." As I spoke, I'd watched the hope blossom in her eyes, dampened only a bit at the mention of moving back into my apartment, which Sarah had thankfully been holding for me. When I finished, Lisa's arms were tightly around my waist, and her head on my shoulder."Well," Mom said, re-entering the. I asked her, “What is this? What do I do with it? She replied, “This is a condom usually called a rubber. It’s also called protection because it will protect a girl from getting pregnant. Meaning; we don’t want to make a baby, understand?” I knew what pregnant meant but I didn’t know about protection so I guess I was a rube. I shook my head yes and then she took it and showed me how to put it on by putting it on the tip of my cock and unrolling it down. Looking back I realized that her rolling. On that earlier occasion, she’d been conservatively attired for Sunday morning. This time, her outfit was colorful, clinging, and, although far from flamboyant, it was strikingly sexy.Every man in the restaurant, and most of the women, were sneaking glances at her as she approached our table, where I had been waiting for her arrival. She didn’t give them any attention. She was accustomed to being looked at, and she damn well knew she was a knockout.“God, Peg! I wish my buddy, Rollie Perkins,. She walked into the room. It wasn’t a room, but a suite. The guy who let her in wasn’t a guy. He was an old man. “Oh fuck” she thought. He had to be seventy at least, maybe seventy five, or older. She wasn’t very good at guessing ages. She’d thought John old at one time.“Come in my dear, come in,” he said in a soft Sussex accent. She strode to the centre of the room, and looked about her. The “Gentlemen” was about five feet six, with white hair. He wore linen trousers, with a blue open neck.