March 1970It was a gray afternoon, following a gray morning in that limbo time of year between winter and spring. It wasn't yet time to be thinking ab...ut St. Paddy's Day; people were tired of snow. It had arrived pretty and white but time had turned it dirty and stale. A strip of bare concrete had finally worn its way through the blanket of ice that had covered the sidewalks for so many weeks. It was too warm for overcoats; too cold to venture outdoors without one.That was outside. Inside the. You can keep me company while she's gone."So he sat there, his educated eyes appreciating every little ripple of her butt, and the way her apron bib jiggled with the bounce of her tits. He almost got an erection, despite the cold marble, when she stooped to get a pan on the floor-level shelf of the cupboard. Her asshole winked at him and her soft brown crotch curls spread out as her squeezed cunt pouted its lips at him!Up to that moment, he had consciously attempted to treat her the same as he. Charles, of course was getting the nail polish remover and getting the gunk off his nails from his stupid prancing around last night in the Merry Widow (As if he could manipulate Momma into letting him watch post-bedtime TV with that ridiculousness)... ?Clovis, Charles's father on the other hand is just sad and resentful, ridiculously because I haven't let him cum since mid July and also because I'm trying to break him into oral worship of my lover, LeMoyne.??"Sweetie, you'd make such a good. As the creepy scenes of the movie played, I felt Julie snuggle in tighter. I squeezed her reassuringly and kissed the top of her head, which was now resting on my chest. It wasn’t the adrenalin thrill of horror movies that she loved, I knew. It was the comfort of feeling safe and protected against them. Her soft breast squashed against my side, and her firm thigh rubbed against mine. I lost track of the movie, instead basking in every tactile sensation. Julie crossed her legs towards me,.