First my hand rests on your knees, as I get you to tell me about the wines that you like, & how bad you can get. As you talk, my hand slides up your l...g, rubbing it on top of the fabric, your hand caressing my forearm. My hand slides to the zip and brings it half way up your leg. You let out an agreeing gasp as you continue to talk. My hand slips under your skirt and softly rubs your inner thighs as you move your legs apart a little. My hand resting just against your knickers.We come to a turn. But I was still functioning! How could this happen? I could be hallucinating, I could be dreaming, I could be ……….what? If this were a dream, it was a dream in full color with smells, sounds, and feeling. This didn’t feel like a dream. How about hallucination? I didn’t feel feverish, as a matter of fact my body temperature seemed to be about the same as the surrounding air. This made no sense unless I was dead. But how could I be dead as well as conscious and mobile? Clear logic said that I had. I have the greatest affection and respect for you, and I cherish the memory of all we have been to each other and all you have taught me. However, your circumstances are such that we could not marry for several years, and I am not prepared to wait and wish my life away. Finally, I must beg you to destroy the letters I have sent you, as I have destroyed those you have sent me. Whatever anger and hurt you are feeling, I cannot believe that you would be so malicious as to use them against me.. Then I wasn’t looking from thecorner of my eyes anymore, I was turned and staring directly, because daddy hadlifted Yasmine’s loose T Shirt right up and revealed her breasts in all theirnaked glory, and they were mouthwateringly beautiful!Although we’d been friends a number of years, I’d never seen her naked or evenpartially naked, and I was surprised at the hotness that was rising in me as Istared at her breasts and at Daddy fondling them.They were firm and high, withdelicious large red.