..He started by asking if I had a girlfriend. I said yes (in fact I did). He asked if she had just a "patch of hair" down there instead of a "weiner...". I told him all girls have that, and asked why he was asking. He said, "just becuase". Having a little bit of bisexual in me (and having fooled around with my older brother before, but that is another story), I asked if he had hair on his weiner. He was shy and said, "no". I told him I had a little, and asked if he wanted to see. So, I. Then the throw of the coat onto the sofa and, at a critical point, she pinged my suspender belt. I’d been totally unaware her hand was there. The relief was palpable, I felt like I could breathe again. I wasn’t mad, it was just a trick.One hand on my shoulder, the other hand stayed under my dress, her long fingers stroking the skin just above my stocking. Then it slid up and she said, “I could have put it anywhere, here for example,” she touched the side of my knickers, “but your shorts were. And what a bulge it was! Hot tingles shot through her body from her pussy. She didn’t know what he had in there, but she knew it was big. Definitely a lot bigger than O.J.. Perhaps even as big as Dean, a fellow she cheated with a couple years back?Keenum slid his hand up her body over her shirt. At the same time, he gently laid her back on the couch, the side of his body squeezing between her and the back of the sofa. His hand cupped her soft breast over her shirt, gently squeezing it. Tingles. He wouldn't tell her. According to his version, he laid down in hisbed to get some rest and just started crying spontaneously." That's ridiculous." Of course it is," Grandma Robinson said, scratching the back of herneck. "He obviously is upset about something."Rebecca touched a finger to her chin. "I wonder what it could be?" I don't know, but if I were you, I would find out soon. If he'ssuffering, we need to figure out how to help him."Rebecca dried her hands on the towel. "I'm going up to.