Well, noon, and we'll see about lunch. Kevin, assume I can see you with my daughter at all times." Yes Sir!" Dad!"With a grin, before Nitya's indignan... protest could lead to delays, Kevin dragged her off. Her slender body offered almost no resistance, legs struggling to keep up as he moved them around a few larger groups of park goers. Vicky's body was solid, strong. Able to hold its own, at least for a few moments, before his larger male mass won out. There was no comparison.Nor should there. So much fun!BOBIt was the first time I'd played the Touch Game. The objective was to be as seemingly unaware of doing it as possible, yet get the most pleasure from it. I'd seen other couples do it, but I think we did it the best!I'm empathic; apparently I got it from Father. I'm able to feel or sense what people were experiencing emotionally and even pick up a stray thought or image once in a while. It's both a blessing and curse; I'm able to control it fairly well, but the sense was always. This time I didn't have to order Jason to sit at the table and he sat down on a chair.Our master bedroom was directly above the kitchen. Neither of us said anything until I heard water running though the pipes as Ben began his shower. Un-buttoning my shirt I ordered Jason to fetch my bra. He ran to the living room and returned, as I stripped my shirt off. Handing Jason my shirt, I took my bra and quickly put it on. Taking back my shirt I had it buttoned in record time. Only then did Jason back. Needles and briars beneath my bare, soft feet. He leads me here. Hand on the nape of my neck, walking just behind, controlling. I follow, ahead and obedient, though he sees for me. Into the Barn we go. The air is moist and chill against my nipples, no matter the spoke on season's wheel. Organic and rich, the scents repel and beggar submission to that which is before and behind. Into the Barn, deep inside. To where the light does not reach, the dust is not stirred, the a****ls cannot.