How could he not be?As I reached the table I saw him say something to the band leader and head back to our table.We talked as I sipped. Rodolfo would ...touch my hand or my arm as he spoke. Occasionally he would touch my leg through the dress. I understood the body language. I returned some of it.Rodolfo was really appealing and it was going to be a great disappointment to have to turn him down.The band took a ten-minute break. When they returned, Rodolfo asked me, "Do you by any chance dance. That's what she told us her name was. She said her accent was French. I should have guessed that when she said she was from Canada.I was hardly out of the driveway when John had her skirt up and his zipper down laying the hose to her. He asked me if I wanted in on the action and I just replied, "No, Thanks." We dropped her off, actually John walked her to the door. I thought that was nice of him but of course she was pretty intoxicated and we wanted to make sure it was the right place.The. Only kissing ? he kept his hands in my stomach close to the peticoat and untied the knot.him may be something more, he replied.something more means ? did you want to see someone pressing your daughters boobs..saying this i took my blouse sleeves out of my hands and throw the blouse, exposing my boobs to my dad.yes dear, he kissed my lips. his hand in my hips was pressing and playing with navel, he slowly moved my petticoat down till my crotch and he placed his hand on my wet pussy lips.i let. Mike at work?” I asked.“Yeah,” she admitted. “He’d have been here, but the doctor wasn’t sure you’d wake up today.”“It’s okay,” I said. “What are the parents doing about all of this?” I asked.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “They came to see you when they came to pick Linda and Billy up. They didn’t say much, just wanted to see you.”I nodded. “I suppose I can understand that,” I said woodenly. In the span of the last few minutes, all the emotion had drained out of me. I felt like a husk. I’d been.