I sat up and put my arm around her and kissed her. She didn't resist that, but when I tried to pull her hand onto my erection the response was totally...different, she quickly pulled her hand back but still stayed sitting on the side of the bed. Encouraged by this, I carried on kissing her. The direct approach hadn't worked so I went for plan 'B'. I started to stroke her tits through her blouse. She did resist to this, but not as strongly as when I tried to put her hand on my cock. As we. My cell rang and it was Brandi. "Are you following me" she asked, and I told her No that i just lived in the same direction. She said that being that we both were going the same direction I might as well follow her home. Well I didnt hesitate. We got to her home, and the babysitter left, She checked the k**s, there are 2. When she came back into the livingroom, she was wearing a robe, and ploped down on the couch beside me. The robe poping open at the waist letting me see those great tits. As. ‘Didn’t you know? He died about four years ago.’ I had never liked giving people bad news, and over the years had found the best way was to tell it, rather than meander around and try to and sweeten the pill. Her face changed to sadness. Not grief, just the sadness that anyone would exhibit upon hearing that someone had lost a relative. ‘Oh. I am sorry to hear that. Your Mother must have been very upset. How did it happen?’ ‘He had an aneurism of the aorta. He died in his sleep.’ She shook her. " Thank you Miss Matson," I said.She called me in a while later. I was surprised to see that she'd changed her skirt. Where before it had been a straight sheath in a dark color to meet her jacket, she was now in a full skirt with the hem well beneath her knees. She saw me looking. Twirled gracefully. "Like it?" It's very pretty Miss Matson," I said."Thought you'd like it," she said, giving me a peculiar smile. "Now into your burrow, bunny Carole. In you go!"She was talking quite nicely to me.