But she didn’t. As if under some spell she allowed his hand to drift up her legs. She felt as if she were in a dream as his fingers lightly alighted...on her panties. At first her legs were tightly clenched together. The man continued to engage her in animated conversation as if his wandering hand did not belong to him. Elizabeth lost track of the conversation. She simply nodded and smiled at the man’s remarks. All she could think of was the fingers that had started to gently feel between her. . What did your father do to me?” At that question, Ebima broke. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and burst into tears. He spoke with a broken voice, silver tears racing down his face and neck. Chris sat up, placing his hands on his chest, only to have them pulled off and held at bay. “Ebima, what the fu-” “He has known you!” Chris knelt, thunderstruck on the bed. He watched Ebima continue to sob, while putting all of the pieces together. The bruises, the particular pain and wetness. Convergence in that remote Wyoming location. And I wanted to be there.Well, things got complicated. Life.Matt got a call from his doctor, a GP who saw him twice a year. Matt’s father had died young — 48 — from pancreatic cancer, so Matt was diligent about his checkups.Matt said goodbye, turned to me, didn’t waste any time soft-peddling. “I go in day after tomorrow — colonoscopy.”“Oh, Matt.”He shrugged. Men. “Mainly it’s just a precaution. I had some minor rectal bleeding. She wants a specialist. She said she couldn't stay but left me a DVD to watch and told me I would really enjoy it. Not having anything to do I popped it in the player and got ready for whatever. When it came on there was my MIL alone in what was obliviously a motel room. She was fully dressed but soon began to perform a very cock stiffening strip-tease. Soon she was totally nude except for her heels and was giving me great views of her mature body. After the tease she covered herself in the provided.