The events in the story happened to him. I am the only person to whom he ever related the description of the incident.Before you go all "yeah, yeah, y...u've got a friend who ... and we all know it was really you", I will tell you that the event happened nearly fifty years ago, and he was the teenager involved. Sadly, he passed away several years ago, but what he told me is still rattling in my brain, and every now and then some item in the news will bring it to the fore.Were it to have happened. “It’s all good” I said looking at Jean, “you’re a lucky woman” I continued with a grin. Emily giggled and Bob went off for his shower and Jean offered me another beer which was accepted.When Bob returned with just a small towel around him he grabbed himself a beer and the girls disappeared off to the shops. “You’re not shy of a bit of nudity are you Frank?” he asked obviously not knowing me too well, I responded with “Nah, not at all mate, it’s your house and you dress how you like” which put a. Because he was married with a beautiful woman like Natalie. I was watching her big and sexy legs while pulling her skirt up. That was a shameful moment for me and Natalie too. During many years I was very good friend with her husband. And we were meeting as family either.She never expected anything like this from me. She was looking at her naked legs while I pull the skirt up. We both had this shame and bewilderment. She was in shock. She was anxiously waiting what I would do next. She was a. " Bethany," I said exasperated. What was I going to do with her? Certainly nothing I wanted to do with her."Come on."I slumped as I walked. Why did I let her wrap me around her finger? What was the point when I knew nothing would ever happen? I'd do almost anything just for a kiss but that was as unlikely as watching her pole dance naked and slip into bed with me.I sat on the cold metal benches three rows up. Bethany took her place on the grass. As typical, she looked terrific in her red and.