I left the door half open, deliberately.I was tingling inside with anticipation. Would he follow me or not? If he did, would he do it quietly as I sug...ested, so that I could pretend not to know he was there? I paced around the room with excitement thinking 'what would I even do, if he did?' What would he want to see? Would he want to see me at all, anyway?A small creak from the livingroom door downstairs suggested that it had moved, and that he had left the livingroom. Was he just returning his. " The kids that quieted me have left for summer camp," she said.He brought his mouth back up to her ear and whispered, "Mmmhmm. I bet I can make you scream again..." I'd like that."He pulled his arms away and down, resting his hands on her hips then tucking the thumbs up under the fabric of her white t-shirt. His open hands swept lightly up her ribcage pulling the fabric up with them and came to rest cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing and stroking her nipples erect through the thin fabric. During the week they needed to pick up his dancing outfits and workoutclothes for cheerleading camp. Mrs. Reynolds also owned the local dancesupply store and she helped him pick out the right type of outfits. Hepicked out a pink leotard and a black leotard, white and pink tights, pinkballet slippers, pink and black leg warmers. They also picked up two warmup wraps and a pink tutu and a white tutu. For cheerleading they picked upsome really cute biker type shorts and capri pants, several sports. Instead of my prince charming, this old man was grinning at me. I want to shake his hand off, but I was feeling too horny to say no.He then pushes his hand inside my bra and starts to squeeze my nipples. The feeling of arousal hits me hard. My nipples are rock hard, and I can feel my pussy getting wet, drenching my panties. I can’t believe I’m getting aroused by a guy who is old enough to be my father.I lean back towards him, and suddenly I feel a hand touching my thighs inside my skirt. I look.