It was a lovely room and it had all the feminine touches I would have pictured her room as having without being too "girlish".The click of the door cl...sing brought me back from my daydream and I turned to see Carol standing there, looking a little shy and awkward. She was backed up against the wall with her hands behind her ass, palms to the wall.Her head was lowered a bit and I saw her looking at me with the tops of her eyes as she bit her bottom lip pensively. I knew the look–it was the look. .he saw them when?'''i saw the lines as you walk , i wasnt sure until i was earing about your ex''''......''he help me off my jeans , i didnt stop him''they are very nice, come in the shower with me, i think i know why she left you''his big strong hands removing my tshirt in panty , looking at him take my hand , the sissy new shy cock lover about to discover his place in the worldhe started the shower removing his boxer i coudnt see , his back turn to me waiting in the shower door he turn , i. When we moved into the apartment most nights I would get out of my bed and crawl in bed with my dad. He didn’t mind. After a while I just started going to bed with him instead of starting the night in my own bed. I slept with my dad every night from the time that I was 5 until I was 17 unless one of us was sick then I’d sleep in my own bed. When I was younger I would frequently wake up with my head on his shoulder and my arm across his chest. As I got older I’d wake up and find either myself. I pull the curtains, turn some smooth jazz on low on the stereo, light a few strategically placed candles, shut the phone off, and pull out your massaging foot bath. I fill it with hot water, add a few drops of the scented oil you use to keep your feet soft, and plug it in. So far, not a word has been said between us. Going back out to the kitchen, I collect a few more of my goodies and bring them back to you on a tray. I take your hand and bring you to a standing position, and then I sit on.