"John slapped David on the back and said, "David sure knows how to pick the ladies." He added, "You are a very beautiful lady, Vicki."David said, "I j...st met Vicki a little while ago. She's waiting for her husband."John's grin disappeared as he said, "I see. Well, you're still very beautiful." John's grin returned as Vicki blushed. She noticed as John started his inspection at her feet and slowly shifted his gaze up her long legs. He lingered on her short black leather mini-skirt before looking. He had learned to tie his laces, after a fashion, although they seldom stayed that way.The baby, little Patricia, was still at her mother's breast and, with her tight curls and happy nature, a sometimes startling reminder of her parent's first child, now four years in the grave but never forgotten especially in the springtime. Patty had just started to crawl and pull herself up on her chubby legs and had learned to say both 'dog' and 'cat' but not always for the proper animal. She enjoyed. ‘I’m going to go talk to the pharmacist.’ She approached the cashier, smiling, but keeping her eyes down as much as possible. When the woman ringing up the purchases gave her a quizzical look at the amount of medical supplies on the counter, Camille flashed her a friendly smile. ‘My grandfather’s getting out of the hospital in the morning. He had surgery. I’m told I have to change his dressings every few hours. I hope I got enough.’ ‘This ought to do it,’ the woman quipped. Camille waited by. This gives him a bit of confidence and he strokes back up my thigh, across my hip and up my waist.Just slowly and gently - its very nice."My boyfriend will be here in a minute." I say."Thats ok." he says back as he continues to stroke my waist and my hip, up and down, slowly and gently."I'll stop when he gets here..." Ok." I say.He of course takes that as another invitation, and his hand gets a little bolder.As it moves up my waist he edges his palm inwards so that the heel of his hand makes.