It was not the dress that dismayed him; it was the liberal dosing of her female parts with her mother's expensive perfume that filled him with fears o... her endangered virginity. The exotic scents wafted up from beneath her dress with an age old lure of perfume and female heat blended into irresistible signals of unfulfilled sexual desire.As a father he wanted to restrict her to her room, but as a man he realized it would be to no avail. He kissed her on the forehead and told her,"Watch out for. I motioned him around, telling him to get in. I wasted no time reaching across the space that separated us as I kissed him. His lips were soft and pliant, he gasped in surprise. His gasp gave me the perfect opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth. As I flicked my tongue against his, I felt him relax and return the kiss. His hand slipped behind my back, pressing me firmly against his chest. My hands made their way into his hair, loving the feel of it against my skin. When we broke apart. But when we were eight and we moved into our first apartment, it was an experience unlike any other.I remember stepping in to the house for the first time. “Welcome home, guys!” shouted Mom joyfully as she tossed her bags on the bare wooden floor. It wasn’t much, but it sure beat having to do your hair in a rear-view mirror! And I finally had an answer to which town I lived in, which was a big plus!I guess before I continue, I’m going to tell you a little about Mom. She was half-Irish, half. Anyway, when i passed my driving test and received my first car, my dads only condition was that he would put me to work. Dad owns a lot of properties in the area and across the country, he often has to go to some of them for various reasons, he had some staff that work for them and help run his company. In my second week he sent me to Sheffield in to look at some new properties that had recently been built, to see if they were up to scratch. This was where i first met Sam, he was the project.