“What are you doing?” she asked, turning her eyes down in a futile attempt to see his hands. “Touching your breasts.” “Ha! Some other time...maybe. They are very well protected now, too protected,” she said, laughing. He slipped his forefinger under the cast and into the barely visible slit between her breasts. She gasped and her left foot moved convulsively. Subsequently, her brow furrowed with pain. He took his hand back, then looked anxiously at her pale face. Her features relaxed gradually. Doris had wanted the big colonial center hall in Highland Estates, the new Honda Odyssey with all the extras. Their daughters, who he loved above everything else in this world, went to private school at the cost of $24,000 a year for the first and $16,000 for the second. Al was having problems keeping up with expenses. The Richland estate was his life-preserver, if he could bring that in, and he was saved.On the way out of the Courthouse, Al ran into John Fletcher the state pathologist."Hey, Al. The view was even better from the rearas I got to truly appreciate those soft, doughy globes ofher ass. She looked over her shoulder with a smile andsaid I could begin but I was not to touch her anywhereelse since this was for my mental health and not for mypleasure. If she only knew. With shaking hands Ireached out to palm the round flesh I hungered for allthese years. The feeling was indescribable, at least tothis eighteen year old. The difference between her coolsoft panties and her warm. I sat near the back row in the center and was entranced by the explicit volume of sex being displayed. My juices were warming, and my cock was filling and straining to get out of my jeans.Suddenly a handsome black man sat down next to me, and I became more excited with anticipation not knowing what was happening. He touched my leg softly and gently, then slowly inched up my thigh and felt my crotch and hard cock. He took my hand and pulled it into his lap and to my surprise I realized his pants.