Just kept rubbing her hand but inside I was just going crazy to catch her and kiss her and to get the body heat. But I was scared .While driving the c...r I looked at the back mirror, I saw she was closing her eyes in lust and I could make out now she was really getting hot. Light music was on and it was really cold in the car and now she was getting hot. I have no idea where this courage came from, slowly slowly I started rubbing her thighs as well as the hands were rested on them. I thinking. The sofa seemed enormous and frigid without her. It took me a few minutes, maybe even twenty to finally just take a deep breath and go over to her. She was under the covers of my bed, scrunched up angrily and facing away from me as I came in. I could still see her delicate figure through the covers as she shifted around. Maybe she heard me come in and was hoping I wasn’t staying long. I walked over quietly and sat next to her on the bed. I didn’t say anything. After all, what could I say? We. ’ Mark rolls his eyes. ‘Dude I am not Pinky.’ I actually have a name, remember sharing it. ‘Andrea guys, my name is Andrea.’ Andrew shakes his head and winks at me. ‘Close to my name so what the hell we can bill you as Pinky and no confusion on what people are screaming. I mean I’d be annoyed to think a few hundred guys are screaming suggestive things at me.’ On the one hand, I’d rather not have a few hundred guys screaming suggestive things at me. Still I see what he means, Andrew and Andrea. Dad tried to protest, but sensing failure, he moved as I indicated. As soon as he was near the cot, I reached from behind him and with a boldness I never knew I had, undid his belt and pants before he could say no. Even as he tried to turn around to stop me, I pushed the material to his knees.By this time, Dad lost all hope of a compromise.He stood, a picture of helplessness, as I shoved his underwear down into the pool of his pants. He must've realized that turning around would be suicidal -.