"I do!" Then don't be ashamed," she said.Was that what I was? Ashamed? Had my upbringing brought me to this place, afraid of being who I was, desperat...ly wanting to bed a girl who was barely a teen, all the while full of guilt, shame and repressed emotions?She leaned down and whispered, "Kiss me." After a long pause, she added, "Please."I surrendered and gathered her into my arms. The kiss was soft, sweet and warm; there was no passion or urgency in it, only the calm acceptance of reality.It. After we paused for few moments I asked her did u love me for which we she nodded affirmatively. Then I confronted her then why you avoided me when I tried to contact her again after I well settled in my job. For that she had a deep breath and said it’s because due to the complication aroused over her sister’s marriage. Then tears appeared from those dark eyes and I slowly touched her shoulder.Now she started to sob and said don’t leave me alone for which I slowly embraced her and stroked her. Laptop and back-ups ... Wait for our call...” None of it made sense. Then... “Dag, it’s Riley. I’m so sorry.” Then the line was dead.Riley? She was asleep in the living room on the sofa. I must have moved to the bedroom sometime in the middle of the night because I distinctly remember holding her and her falling asleep. I covered her up.I got up and pulled on a robe. What time was it? 5:30 a.m.? I wandered into the living room, expecting to see Riley stretched out on the sofa.It was all neat. Terry could only nod .. not trusting her voice. She whipped herpullover off her head and fumbled with the bra fastener. As the brafluttered to the ground she slid her shorts and panties down her legs andoff. She stood as Trina did ... posing for affect. Her shoulder lengthblonde hair curled around her head. Her breasts thrust out proudly withthe tingling nipples jutting out. Her flat stomach gave way to a delta ofsoft blonde curls that highlighted rather than concealed the pink wet lipsof.