He was just feeling my boobs. I wouldn't bring them out unless I was feeding Jeff Jr. But after he felt them for a couple minutes, he got me turned on... “OK we gotta stop,” I said. “OK sis. But you gotta admit this not a fair fight. You are waving these huge boobs right in front of me now and I can't feel them?” Jeff asked. “Well, you can feel them, but you are just getting my motor going, and I know your motor is in overdrive now. But we can't do it right now. I'm sorry,” I replied. “It's OK. They love you, though.” I thought for a second. “Charlie, tomorrow I want you to come with me and see Doctor Tubb. I know you’ve been seeing him, but you need to talk to him. I don’t know if this is post-traumatic stress or something else, but we can get some help. You are not alone. I have been where you have been. Others, too,” I told him.“I’m not crazy!”“I never thought you were. You want crazy, I’ll give you my mother’s address. Take this for what’s it’s worth, but on the scale of crazy,. But we had said our goodbyes, so it was back to the practicalities of getting home with all my stuff.There was quite a bit more luggage than I had arrived with at the beginning of the year, although I had taken many of my winter clothes home at Easter, and sent some more small things back with my younger sister Jen when she had come down for the Summer Ball concert.Luckily I had never bothered to bring my record player to Cardiff, and my transistor radio was only a small one. Looking back now,. We danced and they "felt me up" grabbing mybottom and feeling my bra. They were ruff and they smelled bad. One tookmy hand and made me rub his cock, he tried to kiss me and I looked away,he slapped my face and then kissed me hard. It was not nice and it almostmake me sick.I began to wonder if I could take what was to come and I suddenly gotscared. At this moment, the doors opened and dinner was served. I was leftstanding on the table with my skirt up showing off some of my panties. Iclimbed.