This is our first date after all.”My comment made her so happy that she almost grabbed my hand, only to abruptly pull it away and hold her fingers u... against her chest. “Oops, sorry,” she said, quickly changing subjects. “Umm, what do you think you’ll get?” she wondered, as we continued walking down the main aisle.I shrugged. “Probably nothing,” I admitted, lowering my voice. “Definitely not coffee. Too much caffeine can trigger the same effect as when I touch you. That’s why I usually don’t. As a small child he seldom cried, but neither did he often laugh. He didn’t complain or beg for toys they couldn’t afford.He seemed content with what he was given. That covered toys, games, food, clothes and praise. His mother found him to be an odd child and never lavished him with affection.Casey loved his son unconditionally and took Branch with him wherever he went that a child could go. As Branch grew his dad taught him to do all the things a dad should teach his son. Whether it was riding. I should never have broken up with Joe. Then you might be happy with a woman who loved you back. Farewell, honey,” Megan told me through both of our tears.“Goodbye, babydoll,” I told her, one last time.A few minutes later, I heard another knock. Thinking that it was Megan again, I braced myself. It was just as well, because it was Katie instead. I saw her and my eyes poured out tears like crazy. My daughter put her arms around me and wept, her tears staining the belly part of my polo shirt as I. Given how much I'd already done, I might as well do that, too, and get a good look, I thought.Bre was just wearing a fairly tight t-shirt. A quick exam showed that she didn't seem to have a bra on under it. I got back between her legs and took hold of the bottom of her shirt. I lifted it up until her breasts popped out from under it, and then I sat back and took a good long look at them. They weren't huge, but they sure weren't small, and were very nice to look at. My somewhat hard penis.