Even though she had resisted, this had excited something inside her. He had told her to put her hand on her panties. She had been relaxing in a t-shi...rt and her most comfortable boy shorts. She had been hesitant but what would it hurt. So she had touched herself down there. To her surprise, she had found her panties were damp. Had all that talk about her experiences and boundaries caused this? She had been told to take off her panties. She had said no. He had then told her to put her. Kate was on a plane the next day, and we postponed our departure to the coast up north.Three days of torture, agonized waiting, long telephone conversations, tedious hours at the regional medical center for Kate, her mom and her sister, but in the end it appeared that Kate's father was headed for an almost-complete recovery. Some bed rest needed, a fair amount of physical therapy, but his prognosis was good. Her mom had things under control in a week or so, and Kate came back to us, exhausted.I. I turned quickly, ready to dash back to that very inviting waterfall, and glanced around the room for the first time. Needless to say, when I saw the man sitting on the couch I screamed. But only for a second. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?” He blushed and smiled slowly. He had a great smile and an even better blush. I was a sucker for shy guys. I felt myself melting. I was almost afraid to hear him speak. With any luck he would sound like a cat with a hernia. “I’m Farley. So, the day before my eighteenth birthday, I had my six best friends over for a party and sleepover. They were three guys and three girls, Joe, Jack, Wayne, Jean, Jackie, my girlfriend, and Paula.The guys, true to form, were going hard at playing all my video games, went at it for hours and played until they gave up and went to sleep. We had two spare bedrooms and one was set aside for the guys, another for the girls.Jackie, my girlfriend, was a very pretty redhead, about five foot three, a.