Breakfast? I said as I placed my hands on her hips and ran my hands up and down her legs a little. How long have I been asleep? Youve been asleep for ...lmost 20 hours. she said as she continued to rock her hips back and forth. Wow! No wonder I feel like a million bucks! I said. So everyone is downstairs? I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows. Yes, she answered. I sat up and put my arms around her and drew her in close for a nice hug. Good, I said as I looked up into her eyes, because we. "I simply had to brush!"After breakfast I dressed, and managed to find an old T-shirt for her, miles too big, but good enough. The fact that I could see her tits through the arm-holes when she lifted her arms was an added benefit. Unfortunately all the pairs of shorts I had in the house were too big for her, and we settled on a colourful printed sarong my sister or somebody had once left there. She had no panties on under it and it was a great source of amusement to me as we walked to the beach. He told me that it was awesome and he wanted it! the next day any chance he got he would brush against me and cop whatever feel he could, not knowing that he was making me hotter and hotter every time! All I could do is blush and smile all day. As he was leaving he pulls me into him and kisses me and I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter the more he did he then works his hand down the front of me and feeling the good stuff through my jeans he undoes the button and zipper to get a feel. Things had changed. I knew it as I watched this absurdly outdated B-grade western for the third time, the first time being with Uncle Johnny when I was five years old. At ten I bid a fond but not reluctant farewell to Lash LaRue and Tex Ritter and Roy Rogers.Martha Jane had graduated high school, on time and with high grades. She started college immediately that summer at the largest of the local campuses, Memphis State. She was determined to get her teacher's certification in less than four.