His hands slid down her back until they reached her buttocks. Quickly, before she could protest he slipped his hands under her short skirt and grasped...her panty-covered cheeks.The older woman wrenched her mouth from his and whispered, "Doctor Billings is upstairs waiting for you."Ryan ignored her and kissed her damp neck as he continued to squeeze her ass. Then he whispered, "God I love your ass. I've been dreaming about it and have masturbated every night thinking of kissing it... and fucking. .. the blood was running down the strings.“Come with me,” I said.“Bobby, Tommy? Go home. You’ve been here all night.”I walked Sally over to the house and into the bathroom.“I hope you need to pee,” I said. “I found this treatment from a scene from a movie, Cool Hand Luke. Hard labor prisoners on road gangs do it to toughen up the hands and heal blisters from swinging grass whips. I was skeptical but it works. Pee on your hands ... both of them.”She screeched and sobbed and cried, but she did. I heard a tinkling sound through the thick oak door, and shifting nervously from foot to foot, waited. I was about to make a fool of myself, to get embarrassed and...The door opened, and in front of me stood a tall, handsome young man, dark chest hair that matched his head frothing from the open collar of his checked shirt, face burned deep copper by the sun, shy blue eyes that recognised me as soon as I recognised him, and incongruously, a large sandwich in his right hand. Our mouths fell open. A lot of them pretty girls have a wandering eye. Now you just watch careful before you commit to something that's gonna break your heart later on."I had explained how we met earlier in the evening and mom had Cyn in my old bedroom and I slept on the couch during our five day stay. I think that my small town parents and their old fashioned southern ways may have changed Cynthia's feelings toward me as she didn't say a whole lot on the trip back to school. She had gone shopping at the mall for.