I put my hand on top of her t-shirt on her cleavage. It was a feather touch. I couldn’t even feel anything. Slowly I put some pressure and now I can...feel her beautiful round boobs. I never thought I would hold them in my hands. Then I put my other hand on top of skirt right the place where her pussy is. I could feel her pussy hair. I was surprised that I could feel her pussy hair. This made me curious. My attention was brought to her pussy now. I was unwrapping her skirt slowly. Now, I saw. “I know,” Phil said again.“And you just threw me aside like yesterday’s newspaper because they did something,” Molly added.“I know,” Phil said.“That made me feel like shit, Phil,” Molly ended.“I know and I’m sorry,” Phil said. “I was unhappy about what happened and you got lumped in with everyone else. I guess it was guilt by association and I’m sorry.”“Yeah,” Molly said. “Well, it’s not going to be easy. A girl has her pride.”“I know,” Phil said for the fifth time.“I expect reparations!” Molly. ” Carly arguing the point. “I think?” Continuing with a softer voice while unlocking her front door.As both girls walk in and take off there shoes, Carly goes first and heads to the counter in checking her email on the computer. Sam on the other hand dashes in right afterwards to the fridge. “I can believe it, no messages? Well, I guess homework it is then.” Carly concludes.While Sam brings out her hungry needs of fried chicken onto the bar counter. Carly gets out a book and sits down on one. "Oh dear Harold you have such troubling issues. One last question, didyou enjoy yourself at the party? Now be honest, the party wasn't allbad, now was it?" she asked."N...no not all bad but I still..." he began but was stopped before he couldcomplete what he was going to say."Harold, that's enough. Our time is almost up and I want you to havethis CD. Put it first in the cue with the others that I have given you.Now please send your Mother in. I'll see you next week," she stated."Mrs. Jacobs how.