. . —————————————————————————————————————————— Chapter 9: The Old ...an cums back As I was busy cleaning up the mess from the plumber, or as Margaret put it, eating my cream tea, there was a knock at the door. Ha, ha I thought to myself Im getting this one, not you Rita!. The door opened and in walked, not Rita, but the old man from earlier: the one who had witnessed and enjoyed M.s first DIY orgasm. Seeing that we were occupied, he simply wandered into the bedroom and made himself comfortable in. Their family being conservative, the task before her seemed monumental. She tried to close her mind to these thoughts and tried to sleep. But sleep would not come and after tossing about for a while, she sat up in the bed and tried to sort out her thoughts.Her father was her sole problem and she had no one to go to for help; whatever is to be done must be done by her and soon. This much was clear to her. But how and what to do was her dilemma. Talking and even fighting did not help and now a. Uma : send me your picMe: I sent a swimming pool pic in which my athletic body was seenUma : oh niceMe: only nice?Uma: strong and fitMe: oh now its your turn to send a picUma: she sent her pic in which she was wearing a nightyHer melons were quite visible as it was a very tight nightyMe: the tight nighty and you make me hot and mine tightUma: shut up you naughty boyMe: you like naughty boys?Uma: ummm dont know you only checkSo there ended the conversation that nightNext afternoon at 12pm she. However, she always wore the same thing to bed. That never changed. It was always a tee shirt and her panties. Of course, it was different ones every night. I could not say much to that fact. I always wore the same thing as well. Nothing. And Michelle never seemed to mind. Believe this or not, Michelle and I have been together for a year now and we still have not ever made love. Yes, that's right. Never. And you know why? We loved being with each other. Okay, I can see where that may sound.