Her tits were the only things keeping her top up.)Me: That’s a cute skirt gorgeous.Angela: Yea? I wore it just for you Daddy. I always like getting ...ressed up to come over and see you.Angela turned sideways and her top slipped off slowly. She threw it aside, and began raising her cute skirt. Her golden brown thighs were toned and juicy. My cock twitched with anticipation as I watched her seductive moves.Me: Damn…you naughty girl. I wanna spank that ass so bad.Angela chuckled and spanked herself. It wasn’t all about you and me. Some of it was about protecting her from being hurt.”“Will you see her again?”“Probably not, I may have scared her away.”“If she cares, she will be anxious for you to find her again.”“She mentioned that she goes to a country dance quite regularly on a Friday night.”“Maybe you should be there next weekend then.”“I’m not much of a dancer.”“It’s never about the dances, it’s all about meeting the right person in the right environment.”She had been moving slowly as we. “I’ve heard that before.” It was a phrase that he’d been hearing all too often. It was beginning to make him nervous.“Yes, I’m sure that you have,” William said wondering if Oscar really understood what it meant. His father had paid that price to create the Carter Glade at the Druid College. That was just a glade. He couldn’t help wonder what world peace would cost.The conversation was awkward with many little starts and stops to it. Both William and Oscar seemed uncomfortable. Both found. Maybe that's why he never did lose his Yank accent although he spent nearly all his spare time with us Limeys, as he insisted on calling most of us, in jest of course.You know the sort of thing. He'd refer to us as Limeys and we'd refer to him as the Yank; it was all in good fun. As we got older Joe and I developed a special kind of bond. Something like some brothers have between them. I knew that I could rely on Joe to back me up in an argument or ruckus, and he seemed to know by instinct that.