“You’re going to have to decide to call me Dad or Bobby, and if we’re going to get married someday you may want to start calling me Bobby.” I ...urn back to Sara showing a playful smile. “You know that we can now.”“Well, right now if we go to France we could, or wait till my birthday.” Sarah says this with a giggle.“European vacation or we could make that be the honeymoon.” I reply happily, pulling Sarah into a passionate kiss holding her tightly. I feel her hard nipples through the bra she is. The friends I had were the standard neighborhood kids. Even though we still lived in the country, we had a gathering of maybe half a dozen homes within a couple of hundred yards. In those homes were kids! None were in my grade, but at least some kids were around! My best buddy was Reggie. He was three years older than me. He went in the Navy and we kind of drifted apart. He later shot himself. I never figured out why.My two best friends at school (from the third grade until my junior year in. "Of course we would!"I sat there dumbly. We would?"I have the cutest dresses picked out," Carrie continued. "We can getboth of you measured this afternoon?"I looked at Lisa, concerned, but she was looking at Carrie and Rick,smiling broadly. "I'm so happy for the two of you," she said."This will be so much fun!" Carrie squealed. I tried to study the menuagain; the two of them were causing quite a commotion. Still, I washappy for Carrie..."What is it?" Lisa asked me."What?" I said, looking. Slipping out of dress,rolling hold ups down, and finally stepping out of your underwear. Youslide a pretty pink babydoll over your head, loving the feeling of thelace straps on your shoulders, pulling up the matching panties up yoursmooth shapely legs. With face freshly moisturised you set aboutpainting your toes vivid red, reading a magazine whilst they dry. Asthe evening draws to a close you snuggle down and fall quietly asleep.Sliently your phone flashes the receipt of a new message ...A.