Tawnee lets out a yelp, pushes her hands to protect her bottom, and runs over to me. She pushes her ass up against my cock and pulls my hands up to co...er her breasts. ‘Protect me T.C.!’ She squeals. Becky looks over with a wicked smile on her face and says, ‘You can protect her if you want, but I’m going to take a shower. Want to scrub my back?’ Not knowing which of us she was speaking to, we both answer, ‘Sure.’ I am led to the master bedroom and I sit on the bed while Becky shucks out of her. My state of mind was frazzled at best. Most nights I would toss and turn not sleeping very well. Finishing my sweep of the house, LOL, Chief was out side this morning. Looking out the patio door the front gate was open and Chief was nowhere in sight. I ran outside and closed the gate and latched it.It was a nice sunny day so I went back inside to change. Changing into a bikini I grabbed a towel and a blanket and headed outside. As I settled my self on the blanket I tried to relax and soon fell. He was a bit nervous about what he might find out, but he had daydreamed a little, imagining himself rescuing Shahia from some terrible situation. Chris grimaced. Reality was likely to much messier and harder.Well, after today, he had something else to add to the list. They'd spent the afternoon visiting an uncle — boring! On the way home Chris had been sitting in the back of the car daydreaming, when he'd idly noticed something on the side of the road: he saw a girl leaning over a baby. My other hand was in Rose's lap, tightly gripping hers. She loosened my grip just a little and then used her finger tips to lightly scratch my palm. I was both startled and stunned by the action. I knew from talk with other boys that if a girl scratched a boy in the palm it meant that she wanted him to fuck her. Even in my wildest imaginings, I couldn't picture Rose, or any other girl for that matter, wanting me to fuck her. Only "bad girls" did that, and even though Rose had done some things.