Now, JR and I needed to talk about us and what we wanted to do. Mom said she would take care of the kitchen so we could go outside to talk."Wow, that ...as strange," JR said. "I didn't know they were so cool." They are cool, we have to be cool too, JR. I won't do anything that will make them mad at me." Jackie, neither will I!" Good, now what are WE going to do? I mean, do you really want to be my boyfriend?"When JR said, "Yes, more than anything," my heart felt like it was going to come through. Emboldened by the daring performance before us, I gently squeezed Carol’s cheek as I ran my other hand up her nicely toned inner thigh. The beautiful stranger looked back at me, “No one was there to do that to me.” She spread her legs a bit wider. “Yet we aren’t in that parking lot now.” As if that were too subtle a hint, she clenched and released her muscular ass for me and I slid my fingers into her shorts.Her cotton panties were soaked. Though I briefly rubbed them along and into her swollen. He came in her hand. Em knew where to call. She was an assiduous collector of leaflets and brochures. She made that call after breakfast (they had breakfast in their suite that morning) while Ambrose was in the shower. He was leaving at twelve and would be back (he said) around six in the evening. Em booked a three-hour in room out call for one o’clock. They asked if she wanted a female or male therapist and she became quite aroused when she answered, “A man.” Her nipples had become very. My heart was melting. Most of us guys can’t handle tears and I was no exception. I took her face in my hands and fought back my emotions. I said, “Sweetie, I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. No one can replace you, nor am I looking for another little girl to live here. I love you and you’re my little girl. That’s not going to change. What we have is very different from most relationships, it’s very unique. I guarantee it will change as we grow. Together. I will eventually share you.