It’s just that I’m really under stress lately, and Ughhh!’ The pain was coming back inside my head because I was thinking too much of my problem..., and it just pissed me off more. ‘It’s okay. Friends?’ She stopped and turned to me with her hand extended. I took her hand that she offered and shook. ‘Friends!’ I agreed. ‘Hey maybe you can come over my place today and we can do something. I can’t go anywhere for awhile, since I’m grounded.’ I frowned at that but looked at her hopefully. ‘I don’t. Lightly at first, then more forcefully as his hand found the cheek of my ass and he cupped my butt in front of my husband. I returned the favour, my tongue sneaking into his slightly open mouth, finding his, then sliding up and down it's length slowly and sensually. He was a wonderful kisser, and quite the stud on the dance floor too. We moved to the beat of the music, and he certainly was in no hurry. I lowered my own hand to his crutch as we turned away from Steve on the couch. I wanted to. I told her it was a crush. She said she knew what a crush was because she had one on Rodney Spruce in the sixth grade. She said crushes don’t last for years.I reminded her I was old enough to be her father, and then bit my lip for bringing his memory into this.“You’re not my father,” she said. “I love him and miss him. I always will. But you’re not him.”“I’m too old for you,” I said.“I think that’s a construct of society,” she said. “I don’t care about that. I love you for who you are, not how. It was mentioned in the sex maniacs’ diary in those days as a ‘pull joint’. A bit later on I once again I found myself at her bus stop. ‘Can I come back to yours?’ I asked ‘If you want’ she grinned I found that with Jane she was USUALLY entirely passive. She’d let the band of the Grenadier Guards have her, but it would be THEIR fault, their decision. She’d just gone along with it. For whatever reason this was her ethic. So we took the night bus back to her flat on Middleton Hall Road, if.