“Come sit next to me” taping a hand on the couch next to her, while she looks at me with a small. I sat down slowly, I was so nervous. She turns t... face, and it was hard for me to look strait at her. I could feel my cock growing under my pants. “So I understand that this situation with my father could be hard for you” she said while putting a hand on my shoulder. The feeling of her touch made me tremble. “ y yes, it’s um, I would like you too um” I couldn’t get the words out.“Stop it” she. Anne let go of Billy's hand, confused and irritated. She went to the sliding doors and called Philippa. The young servant came quickly and stood blinking at her."How many letters did I give you to be sent to Mr. Fields?" the girl asked, angry and curious. "You know, folded and sealed with red wax." Mister who?" Philippa blinked."Him, Billy." Anne pointed.Philippa shook her head. "I dunno. Lots a'letters. I can't read, Miss Anne," she lied."What did you do with them, the letters I gave you to. Of course all these powerful emotions manifested themselves in physical contact, which allowed for accidental touching, and at one point he lay on top of me as I lay face down on the carpet, I could feel his erection pressing against my bum, and he was clearly enjoying it as not only was he hard, he was humping it by pressing down and pushing into it.I was old enough to know what he was doing, and with my short skirt riding high and him in his pajama bottoms without underpants, I could feel. She looked a bit like a brunette Geena Davis with a touch of Greek thrown in. Although these events happened in '88 I have chosen to write this as if it happened only recently. I simply find it easier. Remember this is a true, ridgy didge, fair dinkum story. - - - - "Two beers thanks mate." Nothing really beats a few beers with a mate down the pub when your wife and his girlfriend have gone OS for a few weeks. We were one week into our two week bachelor stint and tonight we wanted a decent.