My hands moved lower, “did you take a sneak peek into my bedroom as I changed Tom?” he was breathing heavy now, as my hands had reached the bottom...of his stomach. “Did you enjoy looking at my breasts, did they turn you on” he nodded, as I ran my fingers as low as I could reach. “Can you feel my breasts against your back Tom? My nipples feel so hard”. He grunted. “From here it looks like you can feel them, I can see down your shorts, you look a bit uncomfortable” I moved my hands around his. She quickly fetched her a bag of ice.“Mom, I’m fine.”“No you’re not!” said her father angrily from the kitchen.“You’re not listening to me.”“It’s your turn to listen to us,” he said. “We’ve been listening to you for far too long, and look where it’s gotten us.”“I’m surprised you drove all that way on your own,” said her mother.“You should have called. We would have picked you up.”“I wouldn’t be caught dead in that filth you live in,” said her father on the phone. “We should have never allowed. Throughout dinner, I was aware of Dad's eyes on me... on my body, especially on the bare portions of my breasts that spilled out of the dress. Wisely, in a roomful of people, he didn't do anything more than look lustfully. It was a fantastic dinner, however. He had arranged for a birthday cake to be cut, for the restaurant band to sing, "Happy Birthday" to me, and fed me with delicious food. He even allowed Jim and I to drink wine with him.By the time we arrived home, it was near midnight, and. "For you?" he asked. There was a certain amount of malice in his question. "You never show any emotions on your face. You're like a psychopath. Do you care that I kiss you?" No," she admitted."Do you want me to stop?" It would not bother me if you did," Samantha stated calmly."You're always like this. Can't you be a little more caring toward your big brother? I just got dumped you know." I don’t understand why you date in the first place." Samantha shrugged."Girls are cute. I like being near.