.. what'sgoing on? Is everything alright?"That's when I heard my Dad sarcastically reply, "Teenaged girls, am Iright?" before they shared a bit of a ...ervous laugh together.That's when I heard my Mom brusquely tell my Dad, "When you two are doneGABBING, can you make sure YOUR daughter is fine and goes to school?"As if out of a dumb sitcom, both my Dad and Mr. Bradford reply in unison,"Yes ma'am!" before sharing another laugh. If eye-rolling could make asound, I'm sure I would have heard it. I set the Coke on the bar countertop. Stacy walked behind the bar, “Who’s up for a Rum & Coke?”, obviously no stranger to alcohol. Rum & Coke wouldn’t be my first choice, but I accepted, liking the idea of these two drinking rum with me. She filled three glasses with ice, and filled each one about halfway with rum, topping them off with Coke. Cindy took a small sip and looked at me with a smile... no grimace, no choking. She must be used to this side of Stacy. “So your parents are gone and left. Most noticeable were her pert breasts, their perfect cone shape intact even as she lay there on her back with their large red nipples hardening involuntarily in the cold air so that her nipples stood straight up like twin nose cones. From her tear stained face to her athletically muscular legs, Bobbie's body radiated a clean cut sexuality which had not been seen inside these walls in a long time. The effect she had on the soldiers was electric. From 9 AM on, Bobbie's room was visited by a. I had my left hand hold her tightly over her belly, reaching up to the right hips. While my right hand went up to her left boobs. This way I was still in embrace with her, while my every part touch-felt her in its own way. As I went up to her boobs, my hand first felt the rise of her underboobs. I slowly followed the track to reach up to the mountain top of her boobs. I didn’t feel it hard at first. I was gentle in the way I felt her, touch felting her hard point, which should be her nipples..