’ Riley lay on the floor with his hands covering his face. ‘Are you all right?’ I asked, worried for him despite everything. ‘Nope, you hurt ...y back.’ He replied with a touch of hurt in his voice. ‘I’m sorry.’ I tried to sound remorseful. But couldn’t keep the smirk from my lips. ‘Are you laughing at me?’ Riley demanded taking his hands off of his face and glaring up at me. ‘Who, me? Never!’ I told him laughing. ‘Help me up.’ He appealed to me, looking helpless. I couldn’t resist. I got up. It was indeed earlier that most and farther than a lot but it was a step he had taken willingly if not consciously.Raising his glass to her he toasted, "Here's to us, Wench." Yes, Milord, here's to us."The dinner was superb and they sat and talked about many things all the way from which colleges they wanted to see to what they could do for the summer vacation. It was casual banter for the most part, the easy give and take between a man and woman out on a date.Cheri was having a wonderful time.. ”“I have one more to try on, while we’re waiting for Tyra, Rann.”“OK – Carol.”She went back to the dressing room, and a few minutes later, came back out.“Ohhhh. This is so pretty – don’t you think?”How do I describe this dress? It’s a soft medium gray, hits about mid-thigh, with a tie at the waist that brings attention to her bust.Tyra came in and said, “We don’t have a green in stock, but I can order it for you in any color it comes in.”“Thank you, Tyra – We’ll take the red dress she tried on. Did Amber know the effect she was having on me? Was she masturbating in turn? Sliding her pastel-blue knickers down her legs and playing with her pussy, knowing that I would be thinking about her?Had she been my age, I would have asked her what was going on… or at least asked her out. But I couldn’t do that. At 26 years old, it was socially unacceptable for me to talk to a girl of school age - even a ‘legal’ schoolgirl who was showing me her knickers every day. And it was too late to ask her to.