I went upstairs and changed him, then got him into his jumper and spent the rest of the afternoon playing with him, then watching Mr. Rogers.Dad calle... as Sesame Street started, and said he had to work late. I handed Dee the phone and continued playing with my brother until it was time to take a shower and get ready. Dee came upstairs and handed me a bottle. I looked at it. “Stetson?”“Pete, trust me. Put it on.”“But Dee, I never wear cologne.”“Pete, shut up and put it on. Trust me here, she. I could catch glimpses of their legs in the brighter scenes in their kilts were very short.A few minutes later they turned off their phones and during one of the songs in the movie the girl to a right put her hand on my leg. I was about to tell her to stop when on my left the other girl also put her hand on my leg. My heart was racing and I really didn't know what to do. I could just simply get up and leave but it was becoming exciting.They left their hands in my legs for a couple of minutes. Cassie seemed a little uncomfortable talking about it, and didn't volunteer any more information.When we got back to the apartment I spent a couple of hours stringing speaker wires as unobtrusively as I could. I was still working at nine o'clock when Cassie told me that they had to go to work. Whatever it was they did in the 'entertainment' industry, it had some strange working hours. Disk jockeys, maybe? I told them I would come back the next night to finish.That night Cassie was there by. She kisses me again with her open mouth and tongue, but stops herself "wait, no, we shouldn't be doing this" I respond without moving away, "no we probably shouldn't," but she does it again and I reciprocate, yet again she pauses and says "no Dad we should stop," I reluctantly respond with "yes," we repeat the same type of worthless suggestions & responses between kisses a few more times as my hands start to wander across her body, feeling her warm, tight, bare skin and down her legs. I can.