Ms J put her hand on my leg and kinda started to rub it up and down. I didn't stop her, but kinda positioned myself so she could do it easier. She smi...ed and slid her hand up to the bottom of my shorts. I kinda gasped, but didn't move away or anything. While she was doing that, Mr T started to caress my shoulders and arms. I think I moaned. There were four hands just kinda wandering all over me."Brat, why don't you stand up and take off that little tank top?" Ms J asked. "Let us see what's. "Where are we going?" he asked."A quiet secluded spot where we won't be disturbed by your mum coming home and where I'm going to kiss the living daylights out of you."It was a pity she could not see his face: a mixture of love, joy and a certain amount of apprehension.She drove into a wood and parked at the side of the road, took him by the hand and led him through the wood until they came on a view below of rolling countryside."Oh my!" he gasped."Thought you'd like it."She turned and gently. I headed over to the vicinity and started doing mything. I always take time to approach girls. I’ve foundyou have to look closely at them, make eye contact, andmeasure them up. Sometimes, what’s nice from far is farfrom nice and the damn low lights only aggravate thisphenomenon. On closer inspection I found one hottie andone backup plan. I started dancing with them, and then Istarted dancing with the hottie. Unfortunately, shewould have nothing of it. I switched to the backup. Iheld. I was told to sit down and I heard the cork being pulled from a bottle and a glass of red wine was put into my hand. I was told to drink and stay there, while they cooked dinner. In a way, it was nice to just sit there, drinking my glass of wine, while they prepared the food for dinner, knowing that I didn’t even have to help with the washing up, though I did get round to doing this in time. The only drawback at this time between us, was the means of communicating. We, that is Tony and I.