She, then, unbuckled her belt as she moved towards the store bags she'd left on the bureau underneath the window. She had promised Dad she'd wear dres...es until it was no longer a novelty. Once she understood why girls seemed to prefer dresses, then she would be free to choose, more or less. (Dresses were the normal wear for girls in Bryant Park.) But that pledge did not cover this pink atrocity that Mrs. McDonald had practically forced her into. It was meant to remind men of the '50s. {She had. This is tearing her up inside. She HAS to do something even if it might not succeed. If anyone can find him and get through to him it is Janice."While all this discussion was occurring Adam was sitting on the riverbank sipping on his coffee. He was still unshaven and his hair was growing longer but he now had the beginnings of a healthy tan. He was not so pale as before and he moved as if he felt better. His eyes were still black and scary looking and he stared into the distance for hours on. With a groan, he grabbed her wrists pushing them up and to either side of her body as he shifted his weight on top of her, his cock pointed directly at her waiting lips. With one hand, he gently brushed the hair from the side of her face, lingering on the edge of her jaw. When his eyes finally met hers, he couldn’t wait any longer. He quickly shifted so that his cock was in full reach of her mouth, with his legs on either side of her and her wrists still held forcefully to the sides. She gladly. Dane's face fell."I was hoping you and I could be alone together today, Mom," he said."I know you did," Jodie said sternly, "and that's why I'm glad Craig called. I think you can understand that, Dane." Yeah," he grumbled, "I understand, all right."He went off to the living room to get himself together. He knew he had to be patient with his mother. He wasn't going to get anywhere by forcing her into things. So he'd have to be patient today, be nice to Mom's boyfriend, and try to act mature and.