And who I liked most: my dad. My dad was hot and I couldn't stop thinking about him. Of course, I had guilt and worry about my feelings, but not enoug... to stop me from entertaining elaborate jerk off fantasies about him. My dad was 42 yrs old dark, dark brown hair & blue eyes (just like me), 6'2", 200 lbs of mostly muscle (with a little around the middle). He had big broad shoulders, a hairy chest with big pecs, and great beefy legs. Oh yeah, and an ass that would make your mouth water. And it. It felt really good to hold this woman in my arm as we approached our cars. She began digging in her purse for her keys, so I stopped her.“Joyce, I really don’t think you should drive. Let me drive you home, then I’ll come back in the morning and bring you back here for your car.”“I’m fine, really,” she said beginning to walk unsteadily on her own.She almost fell and I caught her and said, “No, you’re not. Come on.”I led her to my passenger door, opened it and helped her in. I had touched. "Some of them big planters, they said they'd take their business to Chestertown if I kept selling to you. That'd break me, ruin me." If I bring in a crop, will you buy my tobacco, staked but uncured?" Have to be through somebody else, an agent, transfer paper, you understand?" He looked ashamed, embarrassed. "Wait, fore you leave, a letter come across this morning, nearly forgot." He found it and handed to her.Seeing that the letter was from Billy, she folded it into her pocket. "I understand,". It was Sarah’s wife, Bill. He didn’t look up, but kept his gaze downward, toward the floor.“Bill?” – said Linda, pausing.“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, not looking up. Linda couldn’t understand his strange behavior. Addressing her that way and not even looking up at her. It was like he was some docile servant rather than an old friend.“You okay?” – she asked.“You’re okay, aren’t you, Bill?” – interrupted James.“Yes, sir. Yes, ma’am. I’m fine,” he responded.“Well, carry on,” said James, urging.