She was wearing faded jeans, sandals and a light, pale green golf shirt which dramatically displayed two large breasts. I point this out because her ...reasts appeared to be too big for her body. She was slim, with a flat stomach and a nice ass. Her breasts, however, were three or four times bigger than one would expect on her body type. I watched as she and others carried trays of food to the party area. The fabric between her boobs was stretched tight. Her breasts moved back and forth and up. His Dad moved away from the table and went into the dining room and came back with a bottle of Scotch and two glasses. He sat down opened the bottle and poured it out into the two glasses.Softly he asked, “Did, did you force her Henry?”Stunned that his Dad thought they would ever do that to Cindy he replied as he sat down, “Oh God no Dad!’Taking a drink he replied, “That’s good. Makes the next part easier.” He downed the remainder of his scotch and poured another.He looked at Henry in the eye. As Mr Ryan moved up to the top of my left leg I again felt the tips of his fingers slip under the leg of my shorts, but this time he moved just a bit further up, brushing the lower part of my bum, before sliding down and running his strong fingers over my inner thigh. I heard the elastic snap back as his hands came out."Are you ok?" I heard him ask me, "do you want me to stop, or should I do the front as well?" No it's nice," I replied as I opened my eyes "but you don't have to do the front if. . . .I moved to my reading chair and stretched my legs over the ottoman, dazed but euphoric. I put the stereo on low to listen to some music that fit my mood. I thought, if Lizvette were music, what would she sound like? I chose Vivaldi's Concerto in D for Guitar, the slow middle section, a simple but beautiful piece, very graceful, very touching. I played it and replayed it while I finished my glass of wine, thinking of how perfectly Lizvette's lines matched the melodic shape of Vivaldi's.