I put my hand on one of her large breasts, cupping it and feeling it through the fabric of her cocktail dress and bra. “Like that!” Sh... gave me a look as if to say Oh puleez! Is that the best you can think of? Well, I like to take my time, no need to rush. She wouldn’t be going anywhere. Meanwhile I would let my fingers do some walking. I spent a while feeling her tits, squeezing them through the bra, taking their weight in my hands, rubbing my fingers over the. .Goodnight Mark.” The second half of that sentence told me a lot. She had grown tired of waiting for me downstairs, but the tone of her voice told me she might wait up for a while in her room. “Goodnight, Honey” Rachel called out to her as I offered “'Night.” I could only hope we would get our chance soon enough. Rachel had seriously gotten a second wind and would not shut up, talking about plans for the house and the yard, blah blah blah. Don't get me wrong, I'm normally very involved and. I saw his Adam's Apple swallow nervously and after a thirty-second wait, he plunged into the conversation, "I, well, your story, you know, what you told me about you and your...dad...you, well, I er..."He was obviously uncomfortable, so I tried helping. "Yeah sweetie, what about it? What d'ya wanna know?"Again a slight hesitation. "Well you know I'm just...you said he...Well I'm trying to know...How come, I mean, I think you enjoyed it, didn't you?"I smiled at my son's discomfit, and by now my. My hair was long and thick, so it was done in about seven of them, like the way ladies used to get theirs done a while back. I had a medium skinned tone, and light brown eyes that got darker whenever I got mad. I had to wear glasses which was because I was too nervous to try out contacts, and they just made me look even nerdier. Oh well, it wasn't too bad because there were no girls around my age to crack jokes on me at church. It was hard being a college kid here. It was just a bunch of old.