The entrance door had an electronic lock and – as Ben had learned - could be opened with a code of numbers. These were given to guests who planned t... return late. But there was also an emergency call button for unplanned, late arrivals.The duty of being on-call after 10 o’clock – for admitting a locked-out guest or late arrival, or an in-house emergency – Christine and Gerd were supposed to share. The signal could be directed at either the marital apartment or – from the time before their. She gasped. The stab of pain subsided. As it did, she became aware of her surroundings. At first, it was the smell that hit her; spicy, warm - Dad. She inhaled it deeply. He smelled different, his aroma more subdued, softer, subtler. Then, with pleasure suffusing her, she felt Dad cuddled up to her from behind, spooning her. He felt so large against her. She liked it. His arms hugged her loosely. She felt safe and cozy.A spike of excitement hit her when she felt Dad’s palm resting on her. I really care for her but I'm not in love with her or anything like that. I have always looked at her as a dear and treasured friend. And anything beyond might jeopardize our relationship,I pull up at her house; exit the car; and quickly hurry to knock at her door. I am welcome by a crying blonde; my heart aches at the sight. She immediately throws herself on my shoulder like it was a pillar of strength for her failing body. I embrace her and smoothly caress her back. She smells of wine.“I'm so. I was not even erect as I worked on her body. When I was done I leaned down and kissed her softly and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her mouth. We made out like this and I lost my balance and ended up with my head between her breasts. “My god you have a great set of hands!” she exclaimed as I moved to her left side and kissed her neck and earlobe. I teased her breasts with my hands by softly caressing the undersides and all around the areola and never touching the nipples.