Not that it mattered.Walking up to him, he wrapped his petite hands around the much largerman's upper arm and looked him in the eye with a pleading lo...k. Thelarge man was surprised by the pretty blonde girl coming up to him. In ahigh pitched voice, Tanner pleaded, "Please come with me, there issomething I need to show you in the locker room." Ummm, sure," he stammered, more in shock at apparently beingpropositioned by this thin pretty girl. Tanner took his hand and led himoff to the locker. If I had just been man enough to tell Val what happened and then ask her how she felt about it, I would have found out that her mother wasn’t at all reticent about our ‘therapy’ session. She actually called Val and thanked her for letting me crawl into her bed. Well, not crawl, but you know what I mean.And all those times after that, when I talked about everything else except Aoibheann O’Malley, my wife already knew. Later she would tell me I was cute, and that me feeling guilty reassured her. We drove around for a couple of hours, catching up on our lives and holding hands. We stopped for lunch at a roadside diner, one of Rebecca's favorites. We drove around for another hour or so, then went back to her place.Something seemed a little different about Rebecca on this day. Something was not being said, and I rationalized what it was. So when Rebecca brought up the topic I wasn't surprised, and was in fact expecting it."Do you want some iced tea," she asked when we got back to her. And then he squeezed.And I yelped. John loosened his grip immediately and mumbled out, “Sorry.” His hands never pulled back from my boobs though, and his eyes never moved up to my face. “It’s okay,” I repeated. “Just be lighter.”And lighter he was! The instant I said that, his hands started moving again. He brushed them back and forth over my garment-covered bosom, letting his fingers trace their way around them. He gently cupped my boobs from beneath, almost as if he was weighing them in his.