Oh dear, there's another young man wasting his time.I've finished my wine and eaten half the food on my plate when they call us back in for the aftern...on presentations. I find my seat and Lauren slips into the seat beside me.'She didn't stay long; I thought you had stuff to talk about.''We do, but this isn't the place.''I'm sorry. I'd planned to take you out tonight, as a sort of thank you, now I'll be taking Caroline instead.'She puts her hand on top of mine. Her touch feels so good. Her hand. ” "Okay? You sound sort of odd.” See what I mean? We met at Platform Twelve, a new wine bar near the station, predictably. I got the feeling Catherine had made an effort. She looked good in a long green skirt and a yellow blouse that made it obvious her little tits, smaller even than mine, were not fettered. Her blonde hair was loose and she had pretty brown ankle boots. Her only jewellery was a chunky silver necklace. She’d already bought a bottle of white wine that sat in a cooler on her. She then looked at mom however, raising the question that I myself had been wondering about, and almost too afraid to actually ask."So does this mean if I wanted to, it would be ok for me to reach out and fondle dad's sausage if I wanted to?" She dared to ask mom.Mom and dad glanced at one another, smiles on their faces. "This too is something we discussed, though we decided long before now, and agreed to again last night ... it would be perfectly ok with us as well, as long as that none of you. He was kind and not the sort to hurt anyone. She was startled by not being able to see. It removed the final bit of control she had. He got off the bed. She could hear him rumbling around. "What are you doing? Where are you? she asked. "Shhh. Be quiet." he would say.She felt the bed move. He was on the bed. She was startled when she felt his hands on her legs; moving up and down. It felt different. What was he doing. She smelled something. Lotion. Lotion from the bath room. He was.