.. no secrets... just moving." That's it huh? Moving away. Running from your troubles." Well... lets recap a bit shall we?"I was getting mad."My kids ...ushed me away when I pushed Samantha away. Then, you came over and talked me into trying to fix things between us... so I did. I gave it everything I had... and Samantha shoved me out then. That left me... as I count it anyway... me myself and I against the world." Dad... we didn't push you away. We were mad at you for kicking Samantha out of. My hands started roaming on her back feeling the outline of her bra.They moved downwards and pressed her ass. It was full and soft. I made her lean towards the wall and started kissing her from forehead to chin and started smooching deeply. We pressed our body during the smooch and my hands started playing with her boobs over the dress.She started caressing my dick over my jeans. We smooched all wet thinking like there is no tomorrow. Then we broke the smooch. I kissed her chin, bit and chewed. The power and fury of the ocean and the nearby storm is exhilarating. I grasp your hand tightly as we climb the rocks and work our way up to the top. The sun is fading fast slowly being obscured by the clouds and devoured by the horizon. We find a comfortable spot near the top to enjoy the show mother nature and the ocean are putting on for us. I take you in my arms and hold you as if to keep you warm, but really just to feel you close to me. To smell that wonderful smell that I am becoming. ‘Well first Yvonne, I am a devoted lover of ladies who wear girdles. Ever since I grew up in the early sixties looking at ladies in open gusset girdles especially with, untrimmed natural pubic hair and stockings just does it for me…like you did when you deliberately and slowly crossed your gorgeous legs at the interview’. ‘Oh Robert, I am so pleased. Most of us ladies here wear girdles or full corselets as it tends to help keep us in a state of shall, we say, readiness. But today, it would not.