I used to spend more time talking with her and usually touched her whenever I had the chance. This worked perfectly. She also started getting more and...more close to me. Now we were like close friends.Me and my mom used to sleep in the same bed since my childhood, so we were used to that. Gradually as she became more and more friendly, I tried to hold her hands while sleeping. Initially she didn’t respond for a few days but later she also started to hold my hands while sleeping.As the days. I knew from talking to her a little bit that she was dying for it, especially after the way that Judy had described me.Judy; "Gretchen, do you suck the boy's...." Well, of course, I'm not a ten year old...I think all girls do that."I've been watching Sylvia do that all afternoon, can you believe it, all day. When I make a picture of her in my mind, I get so..." Yes, Judy, I can see that picture as well...."Gretchen touched my breast and Judy's at the same time."That gives me the sex feeling,. The wrecker arrived, and I watched as Chris stood and chatted with the wrecker driver for a few minutes while he hooked up her car and then pulled it on to the flatbed. She was tall and thin, with curves in all the right places. She settled back into the seat beside and gently brushed her hair back over her shoulder as we watched the wrecker pull away. “Where to?” I asked. “Where ever you want to go,” she casually replied, “I’m all yours.” Brave woman, she was, making that statement. I pulled. I could not tell her why I didn’t want to go. So again I got ready for the pool and stopped at his apartment on the way there. This time when I arrived Ron was in just a small pair of shorts they where tight and I could see the outline of his soft cock. He said to take off my shirt and join him in the bedroom, I told him I would leave my shirt on today and he said ok. We went in the bedroom moved a dresser and then the bed as we finished moving the bed he came over and through me down on.