I assumed he had a brace of some type on. His posture was a little too perfect, too stiff.I put my index finger up to my lips, making the universal "s...shh" sign to all three of them. I held up the sunscreen I'd just used and pointed at Mary. Charlie nodded and walked over."So, Chris. I hear you and Old Lady Simpson are an item these days." I figured I could cover up any noise of Charlie's movements if we were talking."Huh?" Well, from what I hear, you knocked on her door and the next thing you. I didn't get a kiss goodnight. Just a thank you and a phone number. She told me to call her when I got home cause she wanted to talk some more."Won't I wake your parents?" I asked."Nah, I just live with my dad and he's been in bed since 8:00. He wouldn't wake if the house caved in around him."So I said goodbye and sprinted all the way home with a hard on and a head full of teenage giddiness.We talked until dawn and still had more to say when her dad poked his head in her bedroom door and told. Ooh. Then the softness of the cotton side. She is really soaped up.He moves down to wash her thighs, calves and then lifts her feet so he can scrub and wash them. Donald is so thorough on each inch of her. He brings the cloth back up and scrubs her inner thighs. Then lifts her legs on each side of him so Emma is spread wide. Oh, the mesh first on her outer lips, then they are spread as he scours her slit, into her vag some, then over and over on her clit. Emma lets out a low moan.The. Like traditional Indian wife I bent over to touch his feet but he held me by my arms stopping me midway. “I don’t believe I am someone you need to treat like a god. I had rather have you as a friend with whom I could share every feeling. We are both equals in this relation so if you don’t want me to touch your feet as well don’t show me this much respect.” I couldn’t help smiling and felt so relieved. I seemed exactly the kind of person I always dreamt of. I felt somewhat relaxed and my nerves.