. what are you doing?!" I ask in a frantic panic."I'm giving you permission. It's OK." Why are you making me do this?" Fred, you have my permission. Y...u can touch me there." No... This--this isn't right. Why?"I pull away and free my right hand from her grip."Fred, what's wrong with you? I'm giving you permission to touch me." But why?", I ask with a slight saddened and scared tone in my voice. This isn't what I wanted and it wasn't how I wanted it to go. Never had I imagined that I would ever. My eyes glanced the words on the paper then shifted towards Adele's sweatshirt. She was a tall girl wide shoulders and hips long flowing blonde hair, not fat but not thin large heavy breasts. Today she was not wearing a bra, I tried to work out the routine of her nipples beneath her sweatshirt without much luck. Like her mother Jane, Adele was smart she knew she was attractive and was confident with. "Are you looking at my boobs or helping me with my finances" she asked. I felt my face going. " I answered her: "Because we have been enjoying ourselves here all evening and not once have you tried to take advantage of me, when we ordered our meals, you had me order first, then you ordered the same meal I had ordered, you have not asked for expensive liquor like a working girl would, you have been drinking beer as I have, so I have confidence that you will not try to take advantage of me." I then added. "Does this make any sense to you?" "Yes I think so! Okay', Gisele. His Dick had gotten huge, he was soft at the moment but his dick was at least 7” long and lot thicker. Dante took a closer look in the mirror, he marveled at the changes that had taken place over night: His strawberry blonde hair was a lot longer and shaggier than it used to be, his baby face had gotten a little more mature but he still looked rather young, he was taller –yesterday he was 4’9” now he was 5’10”, his body was now more toned and cut- but it still kept its childlike softness. But.