I mean, it was just a slight touch. Almost non-existent. Oh, but it was enough to wake me up. I looked around me … and not one person was looking in...my direction. Naturally, I passed it off as accidental. We continued … passing from store to store. After about ten minutes or so, I was just about to nod off again … when I felt something graze my crotch again. This time it was more insistent. Still, no one looked. I decided I would be just a little more vigilant … catch whoever it was in the act.. He started running his hands up and down my body. He started fondling both of my tits. He kept cupping them with his hands. I struck my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder. I raised my hips up and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why.He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had to rise up so he could get to his zipper. I heard him unzip his shorts. I still had his dick trapped under my ass. I raised my hips even more."Everything OK, honey?" My. Karen and Phil could stay, of course, but they said they'd mostly be taking off in their large Winnebago motor home, on weekend trips, to visit their children and grandchildren.Hans and Gerta had already discussed the nature of our group living arrangement with the staff, even before making the final hiring decisions. Of the three of them, Karen was the only one who seemed at all uncomfortable with the way the five of us interacted together. We had all decided that we wouldn't be comfortable. I’d had to resist the temptation to exact some kind of retribution on him. At the end of our session, my notepad was full of curt little notes like “total failure” and “no discernible effect.” It was a little petty, but I got some satisfaction when he looked over them and huffed.After he left, Daniel just asked, “Total dick?”“Total dick,” I confirmed.“Yeah, I must be psychic,” he said. We both had a chuckle, gave daddy’s boy a head start, then walked out to the waiting area again.Our last.