I put the milk and the brownies on her dresser and she scooted over and patted the bed. She had the covers pulled up to her tummy and was clutching th...m. She was wearing a wife beater tank top, at least one size too small for her ample bossom. Her nipples were poking through, easily visible even just by the light of the computer screen. She clicked on her apple remote and the show started. She snuggled up next to me, her right legs swinging all the way over and across my right leg, her knee. We both jumped in the ATV and a minute later pulled up to the cabin. It was on the east side of the island and perfectly located to enjoy the Caribbean beach. Here were pine trees, which softly rustled in the afternoon breeze. In front was a porch with a view up and down the empty beach, yet the cabin was recessed from the beach just enough to afford a bit of privacy. Entering the cabin and seeing my bags, I quickly found the bottle nestled safely in my clothing. Edward had found two whiskey. I start cleaning up as Mark is letting people out the from door to leave. Will walks up grabs a few beer cans from the table and squeezes my ass. This was a usual for him, I just looked at him and winked. I was pretty sure I knew what he was thinking. So I brushed my hand across his semi-hard cock, which was about 10 inches or so, and cracked a flirty smile as he walked into the kitchen. I could hear Will & Mark laughing in the kitchen as I walked in with the last of the empty beer cans. You. But ... the line must be drawn there. You can NOT be their friend. Not now. Any friendly gesture, comment, or god forbid touch, had the chance to be misinterpreted. Not just by parents or his superiors, although that was always a risk in this era of pedophile mania. No, but by the child themselves. And, maybe yourself. If Fred in any way was nicer to this girl than he was to any other student, she would take it as confirmation that he returned her affection.That would lead to an escalation that.