He stood for a second still holding her hand and not entirely sure what to do with it before smiling and nodding his agreement. He let her hand drop a...nd they turned together but as they walked to the pub he felt her hand touch his and her fingers entwine with his. Oh my god he thought, I'm holding hands with a dream.The dream beginsThey had spent several hours sitting in the bar chatting and laughing, swapping stories and embellishing heroic episodes. And throughout their hands had tentatively. " I'm not surprised!" she said looking at me quite in awe of what I had managed.I did an impersonation of the sound it made as it floored him and through winces, I laughed; well actually we both laughed. It was the first time in ages that both she and I had actually laughed together and I instantly saw the irony of the situation."I'm really glad you came round today. You've cheered me up. I don't know how it would have been if I had had to try and sort through this on my own. I woke up a. Later that night Erin and Martin lay in bed together. Martin wore boxer shorts and Erin wore panties and a chemise. She was pressed against him and her hand moved in circles over his chest. Martin held his phone in front of him. Erin could tell he was looking at the scores of sporting events from earlier in the day. Erin had been thinking a lot about the bikini, still in its package hidden under a stack of panties in her drawer. With Martin around she hadn't yet dared to bring it out and look. No need for girls to be ashamed of their bodies. It was natural, and she looked just the way she was supposed to look down there, whether I was peeking or not."And what's wrong?" I asked calmly.I realized both girls were staring at me nervously. "You're not going to tell anyone I showed you my privates?" asked the little one."No, no need for that. It's perfectly natural, and you look just like a little girl is supposed to look."She relaxed and smiled timidly, then pulled her cunny lips apart to.