Life has been hard for her; she never really fit in with the boys and never really got along with her mother. I try to spend as much time with her as ... can, because even though she’s always smiling I can see the sadness that lies beneath those big brown eyes. I remember when she was just 2yrs old; she used to sit on my lap while I read to her, she could never get enough of that. At 10yrs old she wanted to wear make-up, but I refused to buy her some --- I told her, “Baby. The mess we’re in now is that He just lost the man he loves and you lost your brotha and haven’t grieved. Zac will be alright. He’s grieving and will recover, but you can’t ignore the loss of you brotha.” Susan sighed. “How about you let me take care of Zac for awhile and you focus on you.”Nate composed himself and they headed back to see Zac. When they walked in, Zac was standing in the hall. “I’m going home.” Zac said stoically. “What are talking about?” Nate asked.“I’m going back to the. Steve was squeezing one of Sarah’s boobs through her top. I watched the scene through a drunken haze and found myself getting turned on, my cock started to stiffen. Our ultimate sexual fantasy was about to come true!I stood by them and stroked the back of Sarah’s head as she kissed Steve. She broke away from the kiss, stood up and whispered, “Lets go upstairs.” Taking both Steve & I by the hand, she lead us upstairs.As Sarah and I were kissing, Steve was standing behind her squeezing her boobs.. And she's got that submissive air that people in helping, service-oriented jobs (nurses, stewardesses, maids, etc.) often do.She's leading me to the side, where a closed door with the label "personal" is, fishes a key out of her pocket, and unlocks it. She's smiling insecurely and puts a finger to her lips, indicating I need to keep quiet about this, and then opens the door slightly. I smile back and slowly squeeze past her, while my hand brushes across her breast as if by accident. She looks.